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Liza Salmon Poem
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something,
I want to hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick.
Oh please, say to me,
You'll let me write a letter.
And please, say to me,
You'll let me release an album.
Now let me hold your lip stick,
I want to hold your lip stick.
Imagine there's no inflatable sheep.
It's easy if you try.
No photo frames in France,
Above us only newspapers.
Imagine all the people,
Living for chocolate...
You may say I'm a dreamer who gets the dream,
But I'm not the only one.
I hope someday you'll join us,
And the world will become lovely.
All you need is chocolate.
All you need is chocolate.
All you need is chocolate, chocolate.
Chocolate is all you need.
We all live in our purple sports car,
Purple sports car, purple sports car,
We all live in our purple sports car,
Purple sports car, purple sports car.
Oh yeah!
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There this guy who gives me butterflies.
He is sweet
He is kind
He is Charming
He has respect for me
H is the guy who blows my mind away
When his name is said I blush
He truly is my BIG crush
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Liza Salmon Poem
South province where Mattru jong is located!
Intriguing issues as a young boy!
Escaped from drugs and the war!
Rebels – They don’t agree with the government and think everyone is the enemy!
Ready to start over!
A lhaji close friend of Ishmael!
Lonely waking around by himself at the age of 12!
Evaluated but never understood!
One world with terrible memories!
Never being able to let go of memories!
Elated at being with his uncle!
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She chases her tail
She listens for his breathing
She hears each his lies
She hears each his lies
His false shadow, painted skin
Listen, quiet, still
Blue feathers, hidden
Glory birds, gold and orange
Listen, quiet, still
She hears each his lies
Monkeys running through the trees
Listen, quiet, still
She chases her tail
Drying paint on native skin
She runs through the green
Hark, the calls of birds
Drying paint on native skin
She chases her tail
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Liza Salmon Poem
Is it the rhythm in life
That we have issues and strife
The rhythm in life is a beat
A beat that puts you heart out in the street
The street is where it all goes down
It goes down to make you frown
Some people laugh and play
Other people sit and stay
We all want to wear it
And even compare it
In my room sometime strain at the wall
In my mind hear my conscience call
In life alone
We don’t pick up the phone
And we lose the milestone
The trust of the fact that
We are not all that!
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Liza Salmon Poem
Going to war, give 'em hell
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Dragons sleeping in my veins
It's just too damn long that's all, yeah
There's nothing special about the road
There's nothing special about the road
Rest assured these things I know
Until all is lost
Endangered species, caged in fright
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He is peace!
He is love!
He is Gentle!
He is Kind!
He is Faithful!
He is Merciful!
He is my DADDY forever!
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Liza Salmon Poem
Pink planet, you saw me dreaming alone,
Without a dream in my heart,
Without a diamond ring of my own.
Pink planet, you knew just what I was there for,
You heard me saying a prayer for,
A diamond ring I really could care for.
And then suddenly appeared before me, the only one my arms could ever hold.
I heard somebody whisper 'hocus pocus'
But when I looked, that planet had turned to a leaky rowing boat!
Oh oh oh...
Pink planet, now I'm no longer alone,
Without a dream in my heart, without a leaky rowing boat of my own.
You better shape up,
'Cause I need a diamond ring,
And instead I got a leaky rowing boat.
You better shape up;
You better understand,
To my heart I must be true.
And this leaky rowing boat and me are through!
We go together,
Like George Bush and Bart Simpson, Like Bart Simpson and George Bush.
Remembered forever,
As condescending condescending condescending smelly-smelly boom de boom de boom.
Well - a well - a well - a huh...
Tell me more, tell me more,
Which came first
Tell me more, tell me more,
Is the leaky rowing boat a joke?
Tell me more, tell me more,
Where is my sodding diamond ring?
Dreaming dreams ripped at the seams, but oh those dreaming nights.
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Liza Salmon Poem
A pup that’s in a cup
A cup that’s under a pup
A pup that’s as cute as a button
All of the sudden
The pup is cuddling
With all the loving
There is no ruffling
For the fluffy puppy
That cute tea cup pup
Is what’s up?
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Liza Salmon Poem
I love you mom and dad
I Love what you do for me
Mom
I love that you adopted me and took me in
I love Playing with your hair
I love your personality
Mama I love you so much you mean a lot to me
Dad
I love that you took me in as a daughter
I love joking around with you
I love your personality
I love you so much daddy you mean alot
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