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maandag 17 december 2007 om 11:00
If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a river I would swim you,
If you were a house I would live in you all my days.
If you were a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me,
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long.
If I was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me,
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light.
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night.
If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were a river I would swim you,
If you were a house I would live in you all my days.
If you were a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me,
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long.
If I was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me,
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light.
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night.
If you were a cowboy I would trail you,
If you were a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you were sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
maandag 17 december 2007 om 15:23
Middag Ik ben heel de dag al aan het opstarten maar wil maar niet lukken.
Ben soort van erg lui en dat is helegaar niet handig als je al een week erg weinig tijd heb gehad om wat te doen, maar ja als ik eerlijk ben kan dat hele huishouden wel even me rug op Heb zin in helemaal niets doen.
wil zingen uren (mocht trouwens dit jaar met me kerstrit in de bus niet zingen, hadden een lul van een cauffeur, en zes sagerijnige vriendinnen die gingen janken toen ik zie dat ik marco toch echt naar een uur wel spuug zat was)
Ben soort van erg lui en dat is helegaar niet handig als je al een week erg weinig tijd heb gehad om wat te doen, maar ja als ik eerlijk ben kan dat hele huishouden wel even me rug op Heb zin in helemaal niets doen.
wil zingen uren (mocht trouwens dit jaar met me kerstrit in de bus niet zingen, hadden een lul van een cauffeur, en zes sagerijnige vriendinnen die gingen janken toen ik zie dat ik marco toch echt naar een uur wel spuug zat was)
maandag 17 december 2007 om 15:30
Hoi, kolere wat is het koud buiten.
Nog ff door vriezen, wind moet wel weg, kunnen we volgende week hier op de ijsbaan schaatsen. Leuk!
Heb 1 en al borrels deze week, morgen kerstlunch, 3 uur borrelen.
Vrijdag heb ik 2 borrels. Moet nog kijken naar welke ik ga, tis toch wat he
Ow en 5 januari alvast het eerste nieuwjaarsfeest.
Nog ff door vriezen, wind moet wel weg, kunnen we volgende week hier op de ijsbaan schaatsen. Leuk!
Heb 1 en al borrels deze week, morgen kerstlunch, 3 uur borrelen.
Vrijdag heb ik 2 borrels. Moet nog kijken naar welke ik ga, tis toch wat he
Ow en 5 januari alvast het eerste nieuwjaarsfeest.
anoniem_19362 wijzigde dit bericht op 17-12-2007 15:41
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maandag 17 december 2007 om 19:04
Als een van jullie is tijd of zin hebben moet je deze toch echt is luisteren
You're beautiful,
so silently it lies beneath the shade of blue
It strucked me, so violently
when I looked at you
But others pass, they never pose
to feel that magic in your hand,
to me you're like a wild rose they never understand
Why,
- - - -
I cried for you,
and the sky cried for you
and when you went I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you,
though I learned from you
that beauty need only be a whisper
- - - -
I'll cross the sea
for a different world
with your treasure, a secret for me to hold
In many years they may forget
this love of ours or that we met
they may not know how much you meant to me
- - - -
I cried for you,
and the sky cried for you
and when you went I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you,
though I learned from you
that beauty need only be a whisper
- - - -
without you, now I see
how fragile the world can be
and I know you've gone away
but in my heart you'll always stay
- - - -
I cried for you,
and the sky cried for you
and when you went I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you,
though I learned from you
that beauty need only be a whisper
that beauty need only be a whisper
You're beautiful,
so silently it lies beneath the shade of blue
It strucked me, so violently
when I looked at you
But others pass, they never pose
to feel that magic in your hand,
to me you're like a wild rose they never understand
Why,
- - - -
I cried for you,
and the sky cried for you
and when you went I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you,
though I learned from you
that beauty need only be a whisper
- - - -
I'll cross the sea
for a different world
with your treasure, a secret for me to hold
In many years they may forget
this love of ours or that we met
they may not know how much you meant to me
- - - -
I cried for you,
and the sky cried for you
and when you went I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you,
though I learned from you
that beauty need only be a whisper
- - - -
without you, now I see
how fragile the world can be
and I know you've gone away
but in my heart you'll always stay
- - - -
I cried for you,
and the sky cried for you
and when you went I became a hopeless drifter
But this life was not for you,
though I learned from you
that beauty need only be a whisper
that beauty need only be a whisper
maandag 17 december 2007 om 19:16
How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
...and being close to you, and being close to you.
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own.
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
...and being close to you, and being close to you.
maandag 17 december 2007 om 19:40
