A better me

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Patrick
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Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:57 am
Patrick says... · Wed Nov 29, 2006 10:57 am
A better me

Amazing,
Yeah, I’ve been living in an amazing dream.
Nothing,
Yeah, I hope you'll never get taken away from me.

I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.
(Yeah, I love you)

I should take some good advice,
To stop and think twice,
Before I make a stupid mistake,
(One more time.)


[CHORUS]
I’m gonna step up (step up),
Change into a better me
I’m gonna step up (step up),
Change into a better ME.


I love you,
Yeah, I love you with all my heart.
Never,
Yeah, that's never gonna change.

I'm never gonna stop,
I'm never gonna drop,
Ain't no different than it was before.
(Yeah I love you)

I should take some good advice,
To stop and think twice,
Before I make a stupid mistake,
(One more time.)

[CHORUS]
I’m gonna step up (step up),
Change into a better me
I’m gonna step up (step up),
Change into a better ME.


Change into a better me………

Change into a better me………
The purpose of life is to fight maturity.
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lexy
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Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:11 am
lexy says... · Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:11 am
ARGH the repetition, lol.
Ok, Its not my type of thing, I think you knew that already.
Couldn't you change the use of "step up" though?
I mean, I understand that iys repetition as in song lyrics but a little bit of..... variety would be good.
Keep working on it though :D
lexy xxx
When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself. - Peter O'Toole
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Patrick
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Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:14 am
Patrick says... · Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:14 am
Ok, i'll do some work on it stay tuned. xxx
The purpose of life is to fight maturity.
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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien