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Fri Jan 13, 2012 10:55 pm
dasiamari says...



Five A.M
Turn on the radio again.
Listen to that familiar
song let run
through my head.

Close my eyes
let the tears roll.
Only because deep down
I know, your singing about me
How I broke your heart
but there's there something
about me you never saw before.

So now here I am
pointing it out
so listen up don't make me shout.

Chorus
_____________
It wasn't about your money
or your fancy cars.
Or your big old house by the beach
with a pool in backyard.

Just for once baby,
please believe me.
It wasn't about you.
___________________

You were always out.
Up on stage, stay out late,back on tour
around this big wide world.

I stayed home,
all alone, You've got fans
And I've got words.

So here I am, writing them
out. So here I am up here
on stage, baby, look at me.

Chorus
_____________
It wasn't about your money
or your fancy cars.
Or your big old house by the beach
with a pool in backyard.

Just for once baby,
please believe me.
It wasn't about you.
___________________

It was about me.
Had to follow my dream.
Did you even know I
was dreamin' about singing?

Now I'm always out
up on stage, stay out late, back on tour
around this big wide world.

Close my eyes
to your vicious lies,
about how you bought my fame
and I left you hanging.
About how I was only
in it, for the money.

Chorus
____________
It wasn't about your money
or your fancy cars.
Or your big old house by the beach
with a pool in backyard.

Just for once baby,
please believe me.
It wasn't about you.
___________________
It was about me.
Had to chase my dream,
and your standing
on the side, spreading
your horrid lies.
But I close my eyes
Lay back down.
Turn the knob, and turn the radio off.
Know that she's back in the atmosphere I'm afraid that she'll think of me as a plain old Jain told a story 'bout a man who was to afraid to fly so he never did land. ~Train
  








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