Party in the Mist (lyrics)

by songbird102

Published December 27, 2010

The sky in shining blue,
and I look over at you.
There's a rainbow in the sky.
Mist is clearing now,
tears roll down your cheek, but I've had enough and I'm free now.
Free now oh yeah. Oh yeah.

Let's go party in the mist,
but it's clear now.
It was swirling and twirling and again it's here now.
You missed the mist,
the party in the mist. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oooooohhhhh.

Let's go down town,
cause were here now.
We go hang out,
with the boys from the street.
We have a ball,
playing jokes on each other.
Practical jokes that you'll never get.

It's getting hot in here but I want one to be sincere. Not all this attention for a girl like me.

Let's go party in the mist,
it has cleared now.
I was swirlin' and twirlin' because your here now.
Dancing in your arms at the party in the mist. No more problems no more fears.

Oh yeah, oh yeah. No worries, because your gone.
I have a boy now and he's the one.
He makes me laugh and I smile as big as the moon. Oh yeah.

Let's go party in the mist,
but were here now.
I am swirlin' and twirlin' because your here now.
We haven't missed the mist the party in the mist. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

:D

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songbird102
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songbird102 commented Comment · Dec 29, 2010

Yeah thanks! I'll try to change that, but in the mean time I need to write a story.

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emalily
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emalily wrote a review Review · Dec 29, 2010

Hey there! How are you going?

The first thing I would do differently with this song is the lay out. It makes it hard to read as a song when it is written like this.
Maybe something like this?

songbird102 wrote:The sky in shining blue,
and I look over at you.
There's a rainbow in the sky.
Mist is clearing now,
Tears roll down your cheek, but I've had enough and I'm free now.
Free now oh yeah. Oh yeah.


I'm not really sure what the song is about haha, so I can't give much more critique than that but good job anyway :)



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