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  <title>Corner of Grey Street</title>
  <subtitle>and the end of the world</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Amber Rose</name>
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  <updated>2010-02-07T03:48:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:29833</id>
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    <title>dog is god</title>
    <published>2010-02-07T03:48:05Z</published>
    <updated>2010-02-07T03:48:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Tool</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Doctors have reported that humans use less than 10% of their brain. It comes into question what the other 90% is up to. Nothing, possibly. But, more than likely, in each person that 90% is working on something completely unfathomable to that 10% that we are aware of. Considering the notion that humans are subconsciously connected to each other, an “unaware telepathic network” for you nerds out there, the following can be easily be considered fact: We are god (NOT to be confused with God- completely different concept). This network created, is creating and will create the universe simultaneously with that 90%. If we think in more simplistic terms until the only thing that remains is the existence of the brain and its power we’d think away our existence as we know it. Essentially, give up that 10% to the 90% and, eventually, the whole of our brain power, in this unaware telepathic network, will be used in the continuous creation of the universe. Thus, we are god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: thought of this from the ending. When I thought “If we think in more simplistic terms we’d think away our existence as we know it” I questioned why.  From there I kept stacking more statements to answer my whys until I was satisfied that I had reached the beginning.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:29358</id>
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    <title>Just so you know...</title>
    <published>2009-08-02T04:30:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-02T04:31:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Kings of Leon - Sex On Fire</lj:music>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:28873</id>
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    <title>EVERYTHING IS AS IT'S ALWAYS BEEN</title>
    <published>2009-07-11T05:00:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-11T05:00:29Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Bright Eyes - Take it Easy (Love Nothing)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wish the world would stop so I could breathe and catch up; sometimes I want to lie face up in the grass and not move a muscle until an entire &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; year has passed. Sometimes I don't care; sometimes I let passion consume every inch of me. Sometimes I am this; sometimes I am that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a girl, I am an Amber and I have no brain because a sizzling egg in a frying pan is absolutely terrifying.</content>
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    <title>Again.</title>
    <published>2009-07-06T03:32:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-06T03:32:10Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Eels - Mr. E's Beautiful Blues</lj:music>
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    <title>&amp;hearts;</title>
    <published>2009-06-30T23:11:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-30T23:11:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Jenny Owen Youngs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Skillet on the stove is such a temptation, maybe I'll be the special one that doesn't get burned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck was I thinking?&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:28018</id>
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    <title>242am</title>
    <published>2009-06-21T06:42:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-21T06:42:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>bright eyes - land locked blues</lj:music>
    <content type="html">and the world's got me dizzy again &lt;br /&gt;you'd think after 22 years i'd be used to the spin &lt;br /&gt;and it only feels worse when i stay in one place &lt;br /&gt;so i'm always pacing around or walking away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep drinking the ink from my pen &lt;br /&gt;and i'm balancing history books up on my head &lt;br /&gt;but it all boils down to one quotable phrase &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;if you love something give it away&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:27757</id>
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    <title>Pub Song List</title>
    <published>2009-06-16T03:36:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-16T03:38:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;u&gt;The Pogues&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara &lt;br /&gt;Sally MacLannane &lt;br /&gt;Streams of Whiskey &lt;br /&gt;Fiesta&lt;br /&gt;Fairytale of New York&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flogging Molly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Devil's Dance Floor&lt;br /&gt;Rebels of the Sacred Heart&lt;br /&gt;Cruel Mistress&lt;br /&gt;Another Bag of Bricks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jace Everett&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fugazi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;To be continued...&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:27533</id>
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    <title>treehouseblues @ 2009-06-12T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-06-13T03:40:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-13T03:40:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My eyes are a jade green when I cry.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:27150</id>
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    <title>When I die play this song at my funeral.</title>
    <published>2009-06-03T17:40:59Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-03T17:40:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Flogging Molly - If I Ever Leave This World Alive</lj:music>
    <content type="html">If I ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;I'll thank you for all the things you did in my life&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back down and sit beside your&lt;br /&gt;feet tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I am you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;More than just a memory&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;I'll take on all the sadness&lt;br /&gt;That I left behind&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;The madness that you feel will soon subside&lt;br /&gt;So in a word don't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here when it all gets weird&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when in doubt just call my name&lt;br /&gt;Just before you go insane&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave this world&lt;br /&gt;Hey I may never leave this world&lt;br /&gt;But if I ever leave this world alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I'm okay; I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;Though you have gone from my life&lt;br /&gt;You said that it would,&lt;br /&gt;Now everything should be all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I'm okay; I'm alright,&lt;br /&gt;Though you have gone from my life&lt;br /&gt;You said that it would,&lt;br /&gt;Now everything should be all right&lt;br /&gt;Yeah should be alright</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:27133</id>
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    <title>treehouseblues @ 2009-05-28T18:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-28T22:30:32Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-28T22:30:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Snow Patrol - It's Beginning to Get to Me</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to prove that you are so strong&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can carry you on my back&lt;br /&gt;After our enemies attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming under my breath&lt;br /&gt;You are the only thing that makes sense&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore all this present tense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to feel breathless with love&lt;br /&gt;And not collapse under its weight&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>treehouseblues @ 2009-05-19T14:15:00</title>
    <published>2009-05-19T18:26:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-19T18:27:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Fugazi - Waiting Room</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This weekend was really great though Chris was busy every day with work. We laid in bed for a minute when I first got there and talked about things. He told me how he felt and how things changed, which made me very happy and smile more than I have in a while. My heart felt good. He took me to 15th Street without me even saying anything about it! And we drank beer together again for the first time in a long time. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;It&lt;/b&gt;'s back.&lt;/i&gt; ;) That's good too. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are good.</content>
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    <title>Red, green. Blue, orange. Yellow, purple.</title>
    <published>2009-05-11T01:07:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-11T01:08:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.stacietamaki.com/miniature_gold_origami_crane.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Compliment.</title>
    <published>2009-05-10T01:44:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-10T01:44:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>WSP - Ain't Life Grand</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;This makes me smile. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know, I always thought I had pretty good taste in music, but like.. I always thought that you could point me in a pretty good fucking direction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:25975</id>
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    <title>&amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2009-05-09T22:32:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-09T22:32:33Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Paul Simon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Boyfriend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for such a fantastic week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend</content>
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    <title>I'll push away those baby blues.</title>
    <published>2009-05-03T03:38:41Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-03T03:38:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blind Melon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strike&gt;(Breathing.)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to teach myself to play &amp;quot;Mouthful of Cavities&amp;quot; by Blind Melon on guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;pre style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I write a letter to a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;I tell him how much I used to love to&lt;br /&gt;Watch him smile&lt;br /&gt;See I haven't seen him smile in a&lt;br /&gt;Little while&lt;br /&gt;Havent seen him smile in a little while&lt;/em&gt;
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:treehouseblues:25572</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Confidences</title>
    <published>2009-04-19T03:57:29Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-19T03:57:29Z</updated>
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&lt;div class="b-qotd-question"&gt;&lt;div style='border: 1px solid #000; padding: 6px;'&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who do you think it is easier to talk about your problems with: your friends, your family, or strangers? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='font-size: 0.8em;'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;input type="button" value="Answer" onclick="document.location.href='http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml?qotd=855'" /&gt; &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livejournal.com/misc/latestqotd.bml?qid=855" class="more" target="_top"&gt;View 508 Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- end .appwidget-qotd --&gt;
Myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows me better than me. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>1234</title>
    <published>2009-04-18T03:06:39Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-18T03:06:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ingrid Michaelson</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I have the most amazing boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are extremely stressful right now. For both of us. End of semester. We're both sick (him more so than me).&amp;nbsp;Money issues. He has court soon. And I&amp;nbsp;guess sometimes it gets to us. Discouraged, at times. I must say I've been through shit before while dating other people and that discouragement stuck with me because I didn't feel comfort with them and things ended up falling apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing's with Chris are completely different. I've never felt more secure and happy than I do with him. It's hard to really explain too. I mean, it's hard to explain why I&amp;nbsp;like him so much and why I feel so optimistic and happy. I guess it has a lot to do with the little things. His mannerisms; the way he walks and the way he talks with his girl-hands when he's on the phone. &lt;em&gt;The people on the other line can't see that, babe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;It's cute. I like the way he makes fun of me but says I'm cute for my obsession with cups. &lt;em&gt;Step 1. How many steps are there?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;He sends me the most amazing messages and they always cheer me up and make me smile. Playing Chain Reaction while laying in bed. Spooning (with me behind him)&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;The fuss over my straightener always being on. 15th Street Pizza. &lt;em&gt;It's okay that we can't drink beer for a while. I'll be sober and eat soup with you until we're well again. &lt;/em&gt;Watching sports with him. Golf, basketball, baseball, football. His excitement for the game makes it completely thrilling for me. The tv always being on ESPN when we turn it on. I like that we've reached the stage where we can do each other's homework and it be okay. Talks of the future. &lt;em&gt; I just wanted to say thank you for being an optomistic light for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were falling, then I would catch you. &lt;br /&gt;You need a light, I'd find a match. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love the way you say good morning. &lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you are chilly, here take my sweater. &lt;br /&gt;Your head is aching, I'll make it better. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love the way you call me baby. &lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair. &lt;br /&gt;Sew on patches to all you tear. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise. &lt;br /&gt;And you take me the way I am. &lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>treehouseblues @ 2009-03-20T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-20T19:20:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-20T19:20:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Scrubs</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I think, playing Rock Band and drinking beer with my boyfriend may be one of my favorite activities right now. He's encouraged me to move up to&amp;nbsp; medium. =D I'm pretty good now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him.</content>
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    <title>One. Two. Three. Four.</title>
    <published>2009-03-13T05:09:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-13T05:09:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>DMB - Crush</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Tuesday! Most amazing day I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I have to eat after school every single time or we're super grumpy. I am, at least. =p He's always nice. Willy's :&amp;nbsp;tacos, burritos and Negro Modelo. Oh and VERY good conversation. Conversation so good we decide that I don't need to go home just yet...so we go to his. I really enjoy being at Chris' house. It's very comfortable and his roommates are awesome. Caren woke me with beer the other morning and said &amp;quot;It's beer thirty!&amp;quot; =D BUT, yes, back to Tuesday. We ended taking a two hour nap cause....we were sleepy. It was very nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very close to him. It's cheesy but I've could have laid with him all evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will treat you sweetly&lt;br /&gt; Adore you, I mean, you crush me&lt;br /&gt; And it's times like these&lt;br /&gt; When my faith I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>treehouseblues @ 2009-03-05T22:58:00</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T03:59:22Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T03:59:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Four 'reallys'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*holds up four fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Maybe or may be?</title>
    <published>2009-03-06T03:24:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-06T03:24:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dave Matthews Band - Spoon</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Maybe I'm crazy &lt;br /&gt; And laughing out loud &lt;br /&gt; Makes it all pass by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And maybe you're a little crazy &lt;br /&gt; And laughing out loud &lt;br /&gt; Makes it all alright &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Laughing out loud</content>
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    <title>Hey now, hey now.</title>
    <published>2009-03-03T16:28:58Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-04T21:00:38Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chris' fan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy being Chris' girlfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cooked me dinner the other night...well, we kind of cooked together which was amazing. It made me feel&amp;nbsp;closer to him, oddly. He'd be like &amp;quot;do this&amp;quot; and&amp;nbsp; &amp;quot;hand me that&amp;quot;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;[NOTE: he was not being bossy!] &lt;/strong&gt;There was a bit&amp;nbsp;of intimacy that I can't&amp;nbsp;really explain.&amp;nbsp;We had steak and scallops with asparagus and mashed potatoes. I worked so hard on those potatoes. =p Oh and beer, of course. &lt;em&gt;If I'm an alcoholic than you're an addict&lt;/em&gt;. I love being around him and I love that he loves to be around me. Florida, Arizona? &lt;em&gt;Build me a lake&lt;/em&gt;. I&amp;nbsp;met his grandparent's this week, as well. It went a lot smoother than I thought it would...everyone keeps telling me that his grandpa is a dirty old man and while&amp;nbsp;he did&amp;nbsp;smack the back of my thigh and talk about sex a few times it wasn't THAT bad. His grandma is sweet. She loves to cook and made us&amp;nbsp;two delicious breakfasts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! So apparently this is a cooking family which is great because I LOVE to eat. I think I'll stick around for a....minute. ;)</content>
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    <title>There. They're. Their.</title>
    <published>2009-02-28T02:17:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-28T02:17:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Joanna Newsom - 'En Gallop'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">There are certain songs in my life that absolutely belong to certain people (or a group of people) in my life. If it meant something to me at one point in my life it still matters...because I love memories. Even the bad ones because they remind me of what not to do. There are actually a couple below that belong to one person in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order, here is the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;I will treat you sweetly&lt;br /&gt;I adore you&lt;br /&gt;I mean you crush me&lt;br /&gt;And it's times like these&lt;br /&gt;When my faith I feel&lt;br /&gt;And I know how I...love...you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;I can't be as sorry as you think I should&lt;br /&gt;But I still love you more than anyone else could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;You could be happy and I won't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Have seen everything to see&lt;br /&gt;From Bangkok to Calgary&lt;br /&gt;And the soles of your shoes&lt;br /&gt;Are all worn down&lt;br /&gt;The time for sleep is now&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothing to cry about&lt;br /&gt;Because we'll hold each other soon&lt;br /&gt;In the blackest of rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;The season's change was a conduit&lt;br /&gt;And we'd left our love in our summer skin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be working for a paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Than waiting to win the lottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7)&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand and it's better than love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8)&lt;br /&gt;Sadie, go on home now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not forgot, but a silence crept over me&lt;br /&gt;So dig up your bone, exhume your pine cone, my Sadie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9)&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10)&lt;br /&gt;You said I must eat so many lemons 'cause I am so bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo</content>
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    <title>treehouseblues @ 2009-02-25T17:45:00</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T22:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-28T02:18:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;em&gt;Can I keep you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Birthday, darlin! We love you very very very very much.</title>
    <published>2009-02-22T19:05:51Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-22T19:05:51Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Charlie Mars</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My family came to celebrate my birthday all day yesterday. We drank and whatnot. We also played Apples to Apples and my mom almost burned the house down. Ha! Very memorable birthday. =) And...I get to see Chris tomorrow. I am so excited! This is going to be another amazing week. I can tell.</content>
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