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......................< You Doom My Heart >
 ...................Hack into my broken heart,            
 ...................And rip it from my chest;            
 ...................And steal away my silly soul,            
 ...................And lay me out to rest.            
           
 ...................I dream about you night and day,            
 ...................And want you to be mine;            
 ...................You watch me on my hardest day,            
 ...................I watch you when you shine.            
           
 ...................I watch each time I see you,            
 ...................My heart it skips a beat;            
 ...................And each time you say my name,            
 ...................I start to drop my seat.            
           
...................I love you with my heart and soul,            
 ...................I love you year and year;            
 ...................But something's tearing us apart:            
 ...................It's destiny, it's fear.  
 ...................(And trouble, luck, and lots of stuff  
 ...................[And some of it is beer].)            
           
 ...................I know there is no hope for us,            
  ...................That fate dooms us apart;            
  ...................I really cannot stand the pain,            
  ...................so finish what you start.            
           
  ...................Please hack into my broken heart,            
  ...................And rip it from my chest.            
  ...................And steal away my silly soul,            
  ...................So WE can get some rest.            
           
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		It nice to see you back Ray. I appreciate this gruesome look at love.
	
	
	
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		 (02-09-2013, 11:42 PM)Todd Wrote:  It nice to see you back Ray. I appreciate this gruesome look at love.
 Good to see you too; and yep, it's been a while: 
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		Ray came back, Ray came back! The world is restored to insanity, as it should be!
Make sure that heart is well soused in beer before any attempt at removal, it will soften the muscle and make the whole process much easier.  Alternatively, just use gaffer tape and put the bugger back together.
	
	
	
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		 (02-10-2013, 05:34 PM)Leanne Wrote:  Make sure that heart is well soused in beer before any attempt at removal, it will soften the muscle and make the whole process much easier.  Alternatively, just use gaffer tape and put the bugger back together.
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      a highway is a river that runs both ways
      stepping in the same one twice 
      is just as impossible
      but stepping on it is easy
      avoiding the vehicles can be hard
      but it's never impossible
      except for possums and armadillos
      and crossing it?
      ask that chicken over there
      
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and a cockadoodledoo
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		I'm cursed i tell you....welcome back ray 
 
 
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