//50 forsure.

hang.

she grabs her magazines; she packs her things and she goes.

she leaves the pictures hangin' on the wall, she burns all her notes;

and she knows, she's been here too few years, to feel this old.

he smokes his cigarette, he stays outside 'till it's gone.

if anybody ever had a heart, well, he wouldn't be alone;
he knows, she's been here too few years, to be gone.
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musiclove.
i'm diggin' slow melodies right now, mellow-dies. 
mattkearney, all i need;matchboxtwenty, hang;
beyonce, smash into you; froufrou, the dumbing
down of love; or the heavy methodical metal songs
flyleaf, inflames. mostly flyleaf; i love'em.
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boys, boys, boys.
wow, slow down life. i can only handle a couple
of guys to be constantly on my mind at a time.
conflict of interest to the max, cept i don't know
which i am more interested in! a predicament 
i must say. 
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