<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273</id><updated>2011-10-01T10:26:32.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-5993436397836429255</id><published>2011-06-17T17:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T17:26:19.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Fried, and Hydrogenated</title><content type='html'>Green Tea, Turn back the clock&lt;br /&gt;Free me love and break me free&lt;br /&gt;New-Wave Freaks, Electro Shock&lt;br /&gt;Milk toast, and loose gravity&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Choice, lift the pain&lt;br /&gt;that I can't endure anymore&lt;br /&gt;soaking up all the cold rain&lt;br /&gt;Golden paint and a moldy core&lt;br /&gt;yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Loosing Track of my life&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round, so very fast&lt;br /&gt;deep fried, and hydrogenated&lt;br /&gt;Salad Days, Take it Away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-5993436397836429255?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5993436397836429255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=5993436397836429255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5993436397836429255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5993436397836429255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/deep-fried-and-hydrogenated.html' title='Deep Fried, and Hydrogenated'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-4368934281410526982</id><published>2011-04-25T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:09:43.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Deserve (You're The Prettiest Thing)</title><content type='html'>You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;like feathers on the beach&lt;br /&gt;you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;like flowers in the spring&lt;br /&gt;you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;like an baby's grasping reach&lt;br /&gt;you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;tell me you'll wear my ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, joy in all your ways&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, everything you've found&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, unending happy days&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, nothing but a happy sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;like a princess to save&lt;br /&gt;you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;like a renaissance portrait&lt;br /&gt;you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;like breathes of steam and morning dew&lt;br /&gt;you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;like melancholia and sensimilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, joy in all your ways&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, everything you've found&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, unending happy days&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, nothing but a happy sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if wishes were pockets&lt;br /&gt;and mine we're empty&lt;br /&gt;you'd fill them up with daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, joy in all your ways&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, everything you've found&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, unending happy days&lt;br /&gt;you deserve, nothing but a happy sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-4368934281410526982?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4368934281410526982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=4368934281410526982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/4368934281410526982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/4368934281410526982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/youre-prettiest-thing-ive-ever-seen.html' title='You Deserve (You&apos;re The Prettiest Thing)'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-815949108948675794</id><published>2011-04-21T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T12:55:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Some Splaning To Do</title><content type='html'>How selfishly you pretended to be my hill billy concubine&lt;br /&gt;You thought I was the type for murdering, but I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;Look what you've done, you've cause me such missery, but I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you woke me in my sleep with ice water on my face&lt;br /&gt;you took the jokes away from me, tried to convince me you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Look what you've done, you've cause me such missery, but I still love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-815949108948675794?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/815949108948675794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=815949108948675794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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like your blood&lt;br /&gt;Hoping on a summer&amp;nbsp;flood&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to sell or buy, we're broken from within&lt;br /&gt;You used to taste like cherries, but now you taste like sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a reasons to stay&lt;br /&gt;but this town's a desert in more than&amp;nbsp;one way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pain won't follow me&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll find no&amp;nbsp;misery&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Our love has dried up like the grass&lt;br /&gt;Monsoon's&amp;nbsp;came and pass&lt;br /&gt;No water left to quench our thirst, we're broken from within&lt;br /&gt;You used to smell like strawberries, but now you drip with sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a reasons to stay&lt;br /&gt;but this town's a desert in more than one way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pain won't follow me&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll find no misery&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-1617187691835808434</id><published>2011-01-03T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T09:03:45.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the Drain</title><content type='html'>I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melting into a sea of soul and light&lt;br /&gt;Draining down the drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pain won't follow me&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll find no more missery&lt;br /&gt;wishing dreams of a life&amp;nbsp;lived free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-1617187691835808434?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/1617187691835808434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=1617187691835808434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/1617187691835808434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/1617187691835808434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2011/01/down-drain.html' title='Down the Drain'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-5060636371417080272</id><published>2009-11-13T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:58:06.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Never Wanted It</title><content type='html'>I can do whatever I want, if I go away&lt;br /&gt;I can do whatever I want, yes I can&lt;br /&gt;I can do whatever I want, If I leave here now&lt;br /&gt;You try and I try and everything is trying, but we won’t let it be&lt;br /&gt;You know and I know that we should just let go of this mess we’re in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to feel that way, feel that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can think whatever you think, it doesn’t change a thing&lt;br /&gt;You can think whatever you think, yes you can&lt;br /&gt;You can think whatever you want, if you go away&lt;br /&gt;I wish and I pray that it will just go away, but I still won’t let go&lt;br /&gt;I think that you wish for me to just relinquish, so we can become free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to feel that way, feel that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, see the anguish in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I, know there’s value in our tries&lt;br /&gt;And I, see through the vanity and lies&lt;br /&gt;And I, watch the fire as it dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to feel that way, feel that way&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-5060636371417080272?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5060636371417080272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=5060636371417080272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5060636371417080272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5060636371417080272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-never-wanted-it.html' title='I Never Wanted It'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-7377779881422225591</id><published>2009-10-15T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:39:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Like The World is Ending</title><content type='html'>I want to breathe my breathes like soon I'll have no more&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel things like they're temporary&lt;br /&gt;I want to belive like it makes a difference what I think&lt;br /&gt;I want to know like there could be no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the world is ending soon, because I don't want to watch it change&lt;br /&gt;because if I keep on living, like there's lots of living left&lt;br /&gt;than I'll have to watch everything fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocean waves wash me away&lt;br /&gt;pulling at me like grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;while clenching tight so I can stay&lt;br /&gt;life is pouring through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to run like soon I'll have no races left&lt;br /&gt;I want to jump like the ground will disapear&lt;br /&gt;I want to accept like this is all we'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;I want to kiss and kiss till the air runs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope the world is ending soon, because I don't want to watch it change&lt;br /&gt;because if I keep on living, like there's lots of living left&lt;br /&gt;than I'll have to watch everything fade away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-7377779881422225591?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7377779881422225591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=7377779881422225591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/7377779881422225591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/7377779881422225591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-like-world-is-ending.html' title='Hope Like The World is Ending'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-3080404108177581055</id><published>2009-09-10T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T09:53:35.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowardice</title><content type='html'>I was tied down in a fear&lt;br /&gt;fingers spread in pure doubt&lt;br /&gt;it's not true if you don't hear&lt;br /&gt;words like wilting flowers in a drought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much older now&lt;br /&gt;but was I crippled by our vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew our argument was weak&lt;br /&gt;but I wanted you so&lt;br /&gt;I knew chances were bleak&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost sight of an identity&lt;br /&gt;desperate for some form of union&lt;br /&gt;I felt more comfort in conformity&lt;br /&gt;safe and undetected like a chameleon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much older now&lt;br /&gt;but was I crippled by our vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew our argument was weak&lt;br /&gt;but I wanted you so&lt;br /&gt;I knew chances were bleak&lt;br /&gt;but I couldn't let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-3080404108177581055?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3080404108177581055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=3080404108177581055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/3080404108177581055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/3080404108177581055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/cowardice.html' title='Cowardice'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-256643521794959346</id><published>2009-09-02T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:14:24.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need A Hole</title><content type='html'>burry me in tattered clothes&lt;br /&gt;beneath an cherry tree&lt;br /&gt;let the blossoms blow, their pollen onto me&lt;br /&gt;roots penetrate my melting bones&lt;br /&gt;at least I'll feel connected to something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing special in the world&lt;br /&gt;there's no fantasy, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hole to burry&lt;br /&gt;all the things I thought were me&lt;br /&gt;I need a hole to lay&lt;br /&gt;burnt branches of my wishing tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scald me with new certainty&lt;br /&gt;cold realization sting&lt;br /&gt;crush my inner-child, with harsh reality&lt;br /&gt;but burn my memories from me&lt;br /&gt;at the least I'll have eyes that see with clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing special in the worldthere's no fantasy, for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a hole to burry&lt;br /&gt;all the things I thought were me&lt;br /&gt;I need a hole to lay&lt;br /&gt;burnt branches of my wishing tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-256643521794959346?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/256643521794959346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=256643521794959346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/256643521794959346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/256643521794959346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-hole.html' title='I Need A Hole'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-2944534632614712428</id><published>2009-06-24T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T09:15:02.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lonesome Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;you left me out in the sun&lt;br /&gt;went off to go have fun&lt;br /&gt;shriveling like a desert rose&lt;br /&gt;sweat dripping to my toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cast me aside when I was down&lt;br /&gt;brushing off my lonesome sound&lt;br /&gt;I needed your comforting&lt;br /&gt;but you had no time for suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;but everybody has their own ideas&lt;br /&gt;on what I should be&lt;br /&gt;but I just wanted to be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become a collection of fears&lt;br /&gt;I'll drown in my sea of my tears&lt;br /&gt;you can't whipe enough of them away&lt;br /&gt;this black cloud is here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think it's conditional&lt;br /&gt;they say it's chemical&lt;br /&gt;and I'd say it's their fault&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be free&lt;br /&gt;everybody has their own ideas&lt;br /&gt;on what I should be&lt;br /&gt;but I just wanted to be me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-2944534632614712428?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-4549842477210831695</id><published>2009-02-17T13:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:09:51.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>These are our good old days&lt;br /&gt;This our glory road&lt;br /&gt;but the tires have rusted out&lt;br /&gt;our story's soured ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you sold out for an easy life&lt;br /&gt;you've plowed the fields to dust and ash,&lt;br /&gt;and passed the reigns along&lt;br /&gt;but we've atrophied for anything but song&lt;br /&gt;scorch the earth for heaven hands&lt;br /&gt;turn our backs for childish demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our good old days&lt;br /&gt;This our glory road&lt;br /&gt;but the tires have rusted out&lt;br /&gt;our story's soured ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave us up for frivolity&lt;br /&gt;you've sent us on to be the other way,&lt;br /&gt;float us down the reeds&lt;br /&gt;but we're not your redeeming seeds&lt;br /&gt;we push forward change the channel&lt;br /&gt;remove the crutch and force dismantle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;force our hands, but we're not selling out&lt;br /&gt;bind our feet, but we're not giving Up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-4549842477210831695?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4549842477210831695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=4549842477210831695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/4549842477210831695'/><link 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out above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we imitate&lt;br /&gt;we don't want to be beguiled&lt;br /&gt;our risky thoughts intimidate&lt;br /&gt;so lets just pretend a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;restless contemplation, you're trying to matter&lt;br /&gt;and their opinions breed a hostile reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;visions and fears we lock inside&lt;br /&gt;and I can't even cry out above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we imitate&lt;br /&gt;we don't want to be beguiled&lt;br /&gt;our risky thoughts intimidate&lt;br /&gt;so lets just pretend a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and can you imagine&lt;br /&gt;a love unaltered by&lt;br /&gt;the prejudice of truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-7461194953262017297?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-7229929137972086355</id><published>2009-01-14T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:10:31.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 20th (Plan de San Luis Potosi)</title><content type='html'>What could have been, and should have been&lt;br /&gt;is nothing more than blood loss&lt;br /&gt;so snuggle me into your veins like nicotine and saccharine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love, our sins, were so explicit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;you win, and I loose&lt;br /&gt;but I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qué podría haber sido&lt;br /&gt;y debería haber sido&lt;br /&gt;está nada más que la sangría&lt;br /&gt;róbeme tan lejos, en sus venas, como la nicotina y sacarina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi amor, nuestros pecados estuvieron mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, so long&lt;br /&gt;I don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;you win, and I loose&lt;br /&gt;but I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the needle prick, the scalpel slice, but you didn't think twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're just like atoms crashing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-7229929137972086355?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/7229929137972086355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=7229929137972086355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/7229929137972086355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/7229929137972086355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2009/01/november-20th.html' title='November 20th (Plan de San Luis Potosi)'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-5938396963760006477</id><published>2008-12-03T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:39:25.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive In</title><content type='html'>and, if you want to be the one that is wanting me&lt;br /&gt;please tell me 'bout it&lt;br /&gt;tell me all about it&lt;br /&gt;and, we know there is something we ought to do&lt;br /&gt;but we just fight about it&lt;br /&gt;always fight about it&lt;br /&gt;and if you think there is something we could be&lt;br /&gt;you've got to tell me bout&lt;br /&gt;tell me all about it&lt;br /&gt;because I've been dying to find the thing I need&lt;br /&gt;so come tell me bout it&lt;br /&gt;tell me all about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and you at the drive in baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;kissy kissy kissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, we're scared because love ends so easily&lt;br /&gt;won’t you hold me closer&lt;br /&gt;won't you hold me closer&lt;br /&gt;and I slave away trying to be free&lt;br /&gt;so, hide me under cover&lt;br /&gt;hide me under cover&lt;br /&gt;because I don't know who I can belive&lt;br /&gt;so make me over&lt;br /&gt;be my life's composer&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to be the one who is wanting me&lt;br /&gt;come tell me bout it&lt;br /&gt;come twist and shout it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and you at the drive in baby, yeah&lt;br /&gt;kissy kissy kissy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your&lt;br /&gt;Disaster movie, yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-5938396963760006477?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5938396963760006477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=5938396963760006477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5938396963760006477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5938396963760006477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2008/12/corn-syrup.html' title='Drive In'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-8621554290105446162</id><published>2008-11-04T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:53:18.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Speak</title><content type='html'>when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;we never say a word&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;you argue with yourself&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;you have all the answers&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;we're checking our e-mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;it's done so eloquently&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;you steal all the words&lt;br /&gt;when you speak&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;when you speak&lt;br /&gt;there is no other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;do you love how it sounds&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts pile all around&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;we kiss the soil beneath your feet&lt;br /&gt;when you speak,&lt;br /&gt;we agonize in defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not tongue in cheek&lt;br /&gt;every time you repeat&lt;br /&gt;how special you are&lt;br /&gt;how special you are&lt;br /&gt;there's no doubt to speak&lt;br /&gt;every time we see&lt;br /&gt;how special you are&lt;br /&gt;how special you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-8621554290105446162?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8621554290105446162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=8621554290105446162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/8621554290105446162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/8621554290105446162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-speak.html' title='When You Speak'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-207804322623370579</id><published>2008-11-04T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:44:00.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapped Around Me</title><content type='html'>I'm no good at parties&lt;br /&gt;I'm nice to you because I need you&lt;br /&gt;I'm nice because life can be so mean&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good with money&lt;br /&gt;I treat you right because I want you&lt;br /&gt;I treat you well because I'm so keen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want your legs wrapped around&lt;br /&gt;holding on so very tightly&lt;br /&gt;breathing delicately&lt;br /&gt;and I'll use this night&lt;br /&gt;because my day's are so lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no good at talking&lt;br /&gt;I speak so you'll think you know me&lt;br /&gt;I speak so that we can kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good at assuring&lt;br /&gt;but I'll try to make you see&lt;br /&gt;I'll try this time not to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want your arms wrapped around me&lt;br /&gt;tied up so tightly&lt;br /&gt;whispering silently&lt;br /&gt;that you're not leaving&lt;br /&gt;because my day's are so lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-207804322623370579?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/207804322623370579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=207804322623370579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/207804322623370579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/207804322623370579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2008/11/wrapped-around-me.html' title='Wrapped Around Me'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-3871269651422952580</id><published>2008-10-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:20:32.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slamming My Head Against The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl08_CUSTNMBR" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;when I put on a mask&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to point out&lt;br /&gt;that my behavior calls into question&lt;br /&gt;my desire for attention&lt;br /&gt;and I've done so much worse&lt;br /&gt;so it's hard to put into perspective&lt;br /&gt;your narrow minded directive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without hope and unrehearsed&lt;br /&gt;I'll slam my head against the wall, again&lt;br /&gt;again, again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you think that you're witty&lt;br /&gt;so isn't it a pitty&lt;br /&gt;that you ly like a python&lt;br /&gt;till you scream like an infant&lt;br /&gt;about how you're so much better&lt;br /&gt;but we all know the secret&lt;br /&gt;and your little weakness&lt;br /&gt;of how you lack uniqueness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without hope and unrehearsed&lt;br /&gt;I'll slam my head against the wall, again&lt;br /&gt;again, again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I'm the sucker&lt;br /&gt;but I thought you were grown up&lt;br /&gt;you parade like a tyrant&lt;br /&gt;but you fear like a peasant&lt;br /&gt;you think you're entitled&lt;br /&gt;but why don't you prove it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without hope and unrehearsed&lt;br /&gt;I'll slam my head against the wall, again&lt;br /&gt;again, again, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-3871269651422952580?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/3871269651422952580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=3871269651422952580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/3871269651422952580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/3871269651422952580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2008/10/slamming-my-head-against-wall.html' title='Slamming My Head Against The Wall'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-8401529974797941025</id><published>2008-10-08T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:34:38.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA Rejects</title><content type='html'>everybody says nice things about a place, wrapped up in sin&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves it so much more, but I just can't fit in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've got&lt;br /&gt;blue teeth in their ears&lt;br /&gt;toasting with expensive beers&lt;br /&gt;to how unimportant they've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I rot&lt;br /&gt;in this bitter dessert sun&lt;br /&gt;and they seem to be having so much fun&lt;br /&gt;talking all about where they're from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves the sunset, and the dusty desert sky&lt;br /&gt;everybody is happy with all this mediocrity, but I just don't know why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-8401529974797941025?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/8401529974797941025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=8401529974797941025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/8401529974797941025'/><link rel='self' 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whispers seep like the plague&lt;br /&gt;because everything digital is so very vague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;No I don't need them&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in digital friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digital wink, and digital smiles&lt;br /&gt;your digital kink, full of digital wiles&lt;br /&gt;digital lives, anchored in sand&lt;br /&gt;digital love, always on demand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while digital masses may huddle in groups&lt;br /&gt;their digital voices rarely speak truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;No I don't need them&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in digital friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this may be ruffled and cold heartedly said&lt;br /&gt;but a purely digital connection is already dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-5505826696473857660?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-5404333995159543264</id><published>2008-08-06T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:27:45.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norepinephrine</title><content type='html'>I pray that Karma comes&lt;br /&gt;breaks your crown&lt;br /&gt;shakes you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you planted in the ground&lt;br /&gt;just look around&lt;br /&gt;at what you’ve found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has happened to me&lt;br /&gt;is laced in the bite of fury&lt;br /&gt;I see fire outside my grasp&lt;br /&gt;but I can only gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see there's nothing good&lt;br /&gt;from your path&lt;br /&gt;from your wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I want to be set free&lt;br /&gt;from bitter chains&lt;br /&gt;and burning pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has happen to me&lt;br /&gt;is laced in the bite of fury&lt;br /&gt;I see fire outside my grasp&lt;br /&gt;but I can only gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this isn't primal&lt;br /&gt;there is only reason&lt;br /&gt;you say it's tribal&lt;br /&gt;but I only see the treason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-5404333995159543264?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/5404333995159543264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=798631857664789273&amp;postID=5404333995159543264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5404333995159543264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/798631857664789273/posts/default/5404333995159543264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/2008/08/norepinephrine.html' title='Norepinephrine'/><author><name>Mark Mason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06038170191498529415</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-4496607241174362071</id><published>2008-07-08T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:42:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelica</title><content type='html'>you left me ever so sweetly&lt;br /&gt;feeling appreciated but unwanted&lt;br /&gt;carefully you sent me freely&lt;br /&gt;into a world kind but haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained the whole time&lt;br /&gt;I gave every sign, I wanted to be let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelica, you cut me with candy canes&lt;br /&gt;and you shushed me through window panes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you brushed me off like sand&lt;br /&gt;so sweet for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;but weekdays are for a firmer land&lt;br /&gt;an answer you tried to pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained the whole time&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was so much better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelica, you cut me with candy canes&lt;br /&gt;and you shushed me through window panes&lt;br /&gt;Angelica, you bruised me with vitamins&lt;br /&gt;as you knocked me down to my shins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-4496607241174362071?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/4496607241174362071/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-798631857664789273.post-2436528191925858712</id><published>2008-07-08T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:25:57.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah2</title><content type='html'>Trapped In Fear&lt;br /&gt;Shelter from hostility&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of inadequacy&lt;br /&gt;Marred by mediocrity&lt;br /&gt;All but my potential will disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you like me&lt;br /&gt;But you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have you&lt;br /&gt;That’s not enough to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't finish what we didn't start&lt;br /&gt;We can't because we don't have the heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you like me&lt;br /&gt;But you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't have you&lt;br /&gt;That’s not enough to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't finish what we didn't start&lt;br /&gt;We can't because we don't have the heart&lt;br /&gt;We pretend there’s passion in our cries&lt;br /&gt;But there’s only venom in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it ever real&lt;br /&gt;We could taste it&lt;br /&gt;But we could never feel?&lt;br /&gt;Byte your tongue and have a fit&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it up in cellophane&lt;br /&gt;It keeps the rot away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't finish what we didn't start&lt;br /&gt;We can't because we don't have the heart&lt;br /&gt;We pretend there’s passion in our cries&lt;br /&gt;But there’s only venom in our eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-2436528191925858712?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/2436528191925858712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Rebeca</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to find your face&lt;br /&gt;in the leaves of the trees and foot prints in the mud&lt;br /&gt;There is a sea of faces all around&lt;br /&gt;but there is only one smile in whom I find grace&lt;br /&gt;and it's you, but you're not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebeca I can't wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you live in a million voices&lt;br /&gt;in the sopranos of sweet siren call's and magnum opi&lt;br /&gt;With nothing but beauty before me&lt;br /&gt;you'd think I would be content in my place&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not, because you're not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebeca I can't wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll set my feet in motion&lt;br /&gt;to find a place and a face&lt;br /&gt;where my weary soul can rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/798631857664789273-2450233028971004890?l=markmasonlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' 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