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OneRepublic -- "Say (All I Need)"

Do you know where your heart is?
Do you think you can find it?
Or did you trade it for something
Somewhere better just to have it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you think that you lost it?
You felt it so strong, but
Nothing's turned out how you wanted

Well, bless my soul
You're a lonely soul
Cause you won't let go
Of anything you hold

Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head

Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You're doing your best and
Your best look
You're praying that you make it

Well, bless my soul
You're a lonely soul
Cause you won't let go
Of anything you hold

Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head

Do you think you can find it?
Better than you had it
Do you think you can find it?
Yeah, better than you had it (Better than you had it)

I said I all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head

Whenever the end is
Do you think you can see it?
Well, until you get there
Go on, go ahead and scream it
Just say it

January 23, 2008 |

Comments

Jenny

I totally feel this song today. Giant hugs, my friend.

Posted by: Jenny | January 30, 2008 at 11:00 AM

Jenny

PS. I totally know what your nipples look like. Just thought I'd throw that out there.

Posted by: Jenny | February 01, 2008 at 01:22 PM

Fuzzball

I REALLY need to stop flashing my friends in the middle of the street. Oh, and you REALLY need to come out with us next time. I promise to flash you if you do. :P

Posted by: Fuzzball | February 01, 2008 at 01:30 PM

Jenny

Okay, let's go to the museum.

PS. This is the second time I've left this comment. Apparently your blog doesn't want you flashing people in front of the Monet.

Posted by: Jenny | February 01, 2008 at 01:46 PM

Fuzzball

Somehow I don't think Monet would have had a problem with that. Those Frenchman love them some bewbs. :D

Posted by: Fuzzball | February 01, 2008 at 01:47 PM

EdT.

That's not "bewbs", monsieur. The proper French term is "tetons".

Which probably explains my obsession with a particular mountain range in Wyoming.

~EdT.

Posted by: EdT. | February 16, 2008 at 03:57 PM

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