My Heart (March 31st, 2004)

" My Heart" by Alanda McRae.

Life is a party,

that's what they tell me.

Life is a dance way,

they said yesterday.

I hear the owls speaking;

I hear their forever question...

I hear the blue jays singing,

and I know life will go on.

Will I ever see you again?

Will I be in your arms?

No matter where they take you, or where you've been,

you'll forever be in my heart...

I hope to see you once more,

I wish I could say goodbye.

As you walked out the door,

I couldn't help but cry...

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005: Regardless

she turns up the radio even though it's just the weather. sleeps with maracas under her pillow... and says things like "it won't matter." she cuts her own hair without a mirror and leaves the house with no eyeliner on. people say she lacks structure. but she's really just having fun... she sings in the grocery aisle regardless of the strangers in the store. givers everyone a smile; they don't understand. what she's dancing for. she walks in the rain, watching the lightning play. people thinks she's insane, so they stay out of her way. barefoot in the snow, she keeps on walking... with everything she knows, she don't care about all their talkin'. outcast from an early age, she has lots to resent... but she just turns the page... yeah, she dares to be different. in recent memory, no one can recall another like her. it's hard to believe, but this is about who I see in the mirror. Search your memory and you'll see... Yeah... this song is a...

The Lipstick Writing is on the Mirror

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