<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:17:15.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood swings</title><subtitle type='html'>I love music, but I have to assume that I don't Know a lot about music. 

For me is something that I can't live whithout...

I listen a litle bitt of everything depends on my mood which is something that is always changing...

So i'm going ot post some of the "weird" things that i love to listening.... some more comercial the others... well you'll see...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-1192382253152927386</id><published>2008-05-26T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T14:40:07.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryn Christopher - The Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaxUHbxQzTM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaxUHbxQzTM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-1192382253152927386?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/1192382253152927386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=1192382253152927386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/1192382253152927386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/1192382253152927386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/05/bryn-christopher-quest.html' title='Bryn Christopher - The Quest'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-3128589645978264662</id><published>2008-02-28T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T14:49:27.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing pavements - Adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qz7vGW2_5c0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qz7vGW2_5c0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ive made up my mind dont need to think it over if im wrong i am right dont need to look no further this aint lust i know this is love but if i tell the world i'll never say enough cos it was not said to you and thats exactly what i need to do if i end up with you should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even if it leads no where, or would it be a waste even if i knew my place should i leave it there. should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even if it leads nowhere i build myself up and fly around in circles waiting as my heart drops and my back begins to tingle finally could this be it or should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even if it leads no where, or would it be a waste even if i knew my place should i leave it there. should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even if it leads nowhere yeaaah ehh should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even if it leads no where, or would it be a waste even if i knew my place should i leave it there should i give up or should i just keep on chasing pavements should i just keep on chasing pavements ohhhh ohh should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even if it leads nowhere or would it be a waste even if i knew my place should i leave it there should i give up or should i just keep chasing pavements even if it leads nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-3128589645978264662?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/3128589645978264662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=3128589645978264662' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/3128589645978264662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/3128589645978264662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/02/chasing-pavements-adele.html' title='Chasing pavements - Adele'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-4112897323053953620</id><published>2008-01-27T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T12:00:38.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonny and Cher - The beat goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGc9comHypk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGc9comHypk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the past :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-4112897323053953620?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/4112897323053953620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=4112897323053953620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/4112897323053953620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/4112897323053953620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/sonny-and-cher-beat-goes-on.html' title='Sonny and Cher - The beat goes on'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-4433633074660483656</id><published>2008-01-24T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:21:40.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gravity - Sara Bareilles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A_U6iSAn_fY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming a HUGE fan of this girl....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-4433633074660483656?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/4433633074660483656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=4433633074660483656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/4433633074660483656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/4433633074660483656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/gravity-sara-bareilles.html' title='Gravity - Sara Bareilles'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-3256454244048954257</id><published>2008-01-20T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T15:28:31.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken - lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/st2mxQusLvA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/st2mxQusLvA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Broken clock is a comfort&lt;br /&gt;It helps me sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;From stealing all my time&lt;br /&gt;And I am here still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Though I still have my doubts&lt;br /&gt;I am damaged at best&lt;br /&gt;Like you've already figured out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;There is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm holdin on)(I'm holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The broken locks were a warning&lt;br /&gt;You got inside my head&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to be guarded&lt;br /&gt;I'm an open book instead&lt;br /&gt;And I still see your reflection&lt;br /&gt;Inside of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;That are looking for purpose&lt;br /&gt;They're still looking for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;[Broken lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain (In the pain)&lt;br /&gt;Is there healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin on)(I'm holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm still holdin on) (I'm holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on another day&lt;br /&gt;Just to see what, you will throw my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'm hanging on, to the words you say&lt;br /&gt;You said that I will, will be okay&lt;br /&gt;The broken light on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;Left me here alone&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost my way now&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't forgotten my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;With a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;That's still beating&lt;br /&gt;In the pain (In the pain)&lt;br /&gt;There is healing&lt;br /&gt;In your name (In your name)&lt;br /&gt;I find meaning&lt;br /&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin')(I'm holdin' on)(I'm still holdin') (I'm holdin' on) (I'm still holdin')&lt;br /&gt;Barely holding on to you (I'm still holdin on)&lt;br /&gt;Barely holdin on to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-3256454244048954257?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/3256454244048954257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=3256454244048954257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/3256454244048954257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/3256454244048954257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/broken-lifehouse.html' title='broken - lifehouse'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-5246837874032399346</id><published>2008-01-16T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:44:15.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song - Sara Bareilles</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ctKH9GCbRg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ctKH9GCbRg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head under water&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me&lt;br /&gt;To breathe easy for awhile&lt;br /&gt;The breathing gets harder&lt;br /&gt;Even I know that&lt;br /&gt;Made room for me&lt;br /&gt;It's too soon to see&lt;br /&gt;If I'm happy in your hands&lt;br /&gt;I'm unusually hard to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank stares at blank pages&lt;br /&gt;No easy way to say this&lt;br /&gt;You mean well but you make this hard on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you ask for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm not gonna write you a long song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leavin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a better reason&lt;br /&gt;To write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt the hard way&lt;br /&gt;That they all say&lt;br /&gt;Things you wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;My heavy heart sinks deep down under&lt;br /&gt;You and Your twisted words&lt;br /&gt;Your help just hurts&lt;br /&gt;You are not what I thought you were&lt;br /&gt;Hello to high and dry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me to please you&lt;br /&gt;Made me think that I need this too&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to let you hear me as I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If all you have is leavin'&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need a better reason&lt;br /&gt;To write you a love song today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise me&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave the light on&lt;br /&gt;To help me see&lt;br /&gt;The daylight my guide, gone&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe&lt;br /&gt;There's a way&lt;br /&gt;You can love me&lt;br /&gt;Because I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you ask for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me it's make or breakin' this&lt;br /&gt;Is that why you wanted a love song?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you asked for it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you need one&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm not gonna write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Cause you tell me it's make or breakin this&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your way&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna write you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is nowhere in it&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I walk the seven seas&lt;br /&gt;When I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-5246837874032399346?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/5246837874032399346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=5246837874032399346' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/5246837874032399346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/5246837874032399346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-song-sara-bareilles.html' title='Love Song - Sara Bareilles'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-2771937664610529245</id><published>2008-01-08T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:23:19.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tegan and sara - the first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uyn9FY6X-a4&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uyn9FY6X-a4&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stand up sit down baby&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a formal dressdown hey day&lt;br /&gt;we decide why not go downtown&lt;br /&gt;how about you and me we go get wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll have, you'll have to excuse me&lt;br /&gt;please please, please excuse me&lt;br /&gt;you'll have, you'll have to excuse me&lt;br /&gt;this will be my first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by definition from grade school to english 30&lt;br /&gt;we quietly become strong so early&lt;br /&gt;take it or leave it they can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;they go from kindergarden to killing sprees&lt;br /&gt;they go from heartache to inner peace&lt;br /&gt;100 foot ceilings 100 percent deceit&lt;br /&gt;he said let's leave this between you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cats watch my stuff leave my house&lt;br /&gt;between you and me the cat burglars are&lt;br /&gt;what did you see what did you steal&lt;br /&gt;tell me baby how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;yeah yeah feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a top ten list of things that move me the most&lt;br /&gt;it's a top ten list of things that bother me most&lt;br /&gt;a top ten list of things that scare me the most&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to say that the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasting time in the fast food line&lt;br /&gt;i decide to walk the fine line&lt;br /&gt;and celebrate life celebrate death i choose&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate the first&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decide to go out walking&lt;br /&gt;the whole time that we're talking&lt;br /&gt;convinced that we're living&lt;br /&gt;whole time that we're dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decide to go out walking&lt;br /&gt;whole time that you're talking&lt;br /&gt;convinced that you're living&lt;br /&gt;whole time that i'm dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keeps me on my toes where did the time go&lt;br /&gt;you keep me on my toes where did the time go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the edge of town where the gravel's thin&lt;br /&gt;they're gonna wear you down&lt;br /&gt;until you're thin and tired tired tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of wasting time in the fast food line&lt;br /&gt;i decide to walk the fine line and&lt;br /&gt;celebrate life celebrate death i choose to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first to come the first to go the first to say yes&lt;br /&gt;the first to say no, I'm gonna seize this moment&lt;br /&gt;the first to come the first to go the first to say yes&lt;br /&gt;the first to say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-2771937664610529245?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/2771937664610529245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=2771937664610529245' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/2771937664610529245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/2771937664610529245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/tegan-and-sara-first.html' title='Tegan and sara - the first'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-3822921283894156301</id><published>2008-01-07T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:47:51.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK YOU litle princess, who the hell you tink you are....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3jp4Edq--A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J3jp4Edq--A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I am a pain in you're ass&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering how long it's gonna last&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror, be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Be the workhouse of the energy&lt;br /&gt;I twist your arm to spin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, like a power station&lt;br /&gt;You know it isn't good&lt;br /&gt;I know you're burning too much wood&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you burn out&lt;br /&gt;The twisted irony is&lt;br /&gt;Your ashes come home to me&lt;br /&gt;Come home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we take a walk&lt;br /&gt;To make some sense&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wondering if you fancy my advance&lt;br /&gt;I have pushed you&lt;br /&gt;Way too far&lt;br /&gt;And you say &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck you little princess&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell do you think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, like a power station&lt;br /&gt;You know it isn't good&lt;br /&gt;You know you're burning too much wood&lt;br /&gt;But I said if you burn out&lt;br /&gt;The twisted irony is&lt;br /&gt;Your ashes come home to me&lt;br /&gt;Come home to me&lt;br /&gt;Come home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well your ashes come home to me&lt;br /&gt;Come home to me&lt;br /&gt;Come home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know well the circus gonna have you on a fucking mantelpiece&lt;br /&gt;The mantelpiece&lt;br /&gt;The mantelpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KT Tunstall - Ashes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-3822921283894156301?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/3822921283894156301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=3822921283894156301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/3822921283894156301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/3822921283894156301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/fuck-you-litle-princess-who-hell-you.html' title='FUCK YOU litle princess, who the hell you tink you are....'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-4484850891416000599</id><published>2008-01-07T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:30:43.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Citizen Cope - Sideways</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8cMy-Jmoso&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E8cMy-Jmoso&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'l have to thanks jescas, once again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know it ain't easy&lt;br /&gt;For these thoughts here to leave me&lt;br /&gt;There's no words to describe it&lt;br /&gt;In French or in English&lt;br /&gt;Well, diamonds they fade&lt;br /&gt;And flowers they bloom&lt;br /&gt;And I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;These feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me sideways&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me out lately&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you come around me&lt;br /&gt;These feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;They've been knockin' me sideways&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking in a moment that&lt;br /&gt;Time will take them away&lt;br /&gt;But these feelings won't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-4484850891416000599?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/4484850891416000599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=4484850891416000599' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/4484850891416000599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/4484850891416000599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/citizen-cope-sideways.html' title='Citizen Cope - Sideways'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-7980215585192928160</id><published>2008-01-06T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T13:07:04.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Matthews Band - Dancing Nancies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBT_u9YsmSA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBT_u9YsmSA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have to say that i found this song through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purelyrandomish.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jescas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could i have been&lt;br /&gt;a parking lot attendant&lt;br /&gt;could i have been&lt;br /&gt;a millionaire in bel air&lt;br /&gt;could i have been&lt;br /&gt;lost somewhere in paris&lt;br /&gt;could i have been&lt;br /&gt;your little brother&lt;br /&gt;could i have been anyone other than me&lt;br /&gt;could i have been oh, anyone other than me&lt;br /&gt;could i have been anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he stands touch his hair his shoes untied&lt;br /&gt;tongue gaping stare&lt;br /&gt;could i have been a magnet for money&lt;br /&gt;could i have been anyone other than me&lt;br /&gt;twenty three&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of life&lt;br /&gt;such a shame to throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;the images grow darker still&lt;br /&gt;could i have been anyone other then me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i&lt;br /&gt;look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;my mouth is open wide, like and taste&lt;br /&gt;what's the use in worrying, what's the use in hurrying&lt;br /&gt;turn turn we almost become dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am who i am well who am i&lt;br /&gt;requesting some enlightenment&lt;br /&gt;could i have been anyone other than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i'll&lt;br /&gt;sing and dance and i'll play for you tonight&lt;br /&gt;the thrill of it all&lt;br /&gt;dark clouds may hang on me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;but i'll work it out&lt;br /&gt;and then i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling out of a world of lies&lt;br /&gt;could i have been dancing nancy&lt;br /&gt;dancing nancy&lt;br /&gt;could i have been anyone other than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lyrics were found at ActioNext.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-7980215585192928160?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/7980215585192928160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=7980215585192928160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/7980215585192928160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/7980215585192928160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/dave-matthews-band-dancing-nancies.html' title='Dave Matthews Band - Dancing Nancies'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-6258224214622011671</id><published>2008-01-06T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:31:57.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel Yamagata - Sunday afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSGZqOQ2680&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSGZqOQ2680&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a choice&lt;br /&gt;to stay&lt;br /&gt;it's a dream&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling faint&lt;br /&gt;and honey&lt;br /&gt;you can't decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a drug&lt;br /&gt;you don't wanna give up&lt;br /&gt;smoke your cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;make your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you poured blood in my heart&lt;br /&gt;and i can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;i'm drowning, drowning&lt;br /&gt;and you can't decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about geography, or happenstance&lt;br /&gt;you need to fly, and take a chance&lt;br /&gt;you don't need to soar to emptiness&lt;br /&gt;float on high and forever dance alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're scared, scared, scared&lt;br /&gt;'cause i feel like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;knew right away&lt;br /&gt;if you were here&lt;br /&gt;your eyes would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is blood on my feet&lt;br /&gt;as i'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;the rivers are red&lt;br /&gt;it's starting to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna live for you, or die for you&lt;br /&gt;or do anything anymore for you&lt;br /&gt;'cause you leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;won't you leave me here on the other side&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;not gonna live for you, or die for you&lt;br /&gt;or do anything...&lt;br /&gt;not gonna shed one more tear for you&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;at least not 'till sunday afternoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-6258224214622011671?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/6258224214622011671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=6258224214622011671' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/6258224214622011671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/6258224214622011671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/rachel-yamagata-sunday-afternoon.html' title='Rachel Yamagata - Sunday afternoon'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-1515409909683940643</id><published>2008-01-06T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T08:03:56.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a (litle) freek....</title><content type='html'>I love music, but I have to assume that I don't Know a lot about music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me is something that I can't live whithout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen a litle bitt of everything depends on my mood which is something that is always changing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going ot post some of the "weird" things that i love to listening.... some more comercial the others... well you'll see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-1515409909683940643?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/1515409909683940643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=1515409909683940643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/1515409909683940643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/1515409909683940643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-litle-freek.html' title='I&apos;m a (litle) freek....'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-8640135671093190657</id><published>2008-01-06T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:56:26.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kraak &amp; Smaak - Keep Me Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cd3P1NIgnH4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cd3P1NIgnH4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-8640135671093190657?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/8640135671093190657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=8640135671093190657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/8640135671093190657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/8640135671093190657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_06.html' title='Kraak &amp; Smaak - Keep Me Home'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684606034092875212.post-1019447947500899729</id><published>2008-01-06T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:03:21.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss me oh Kiss me - David Fonseca</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgo2wAanSao&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgo2wAanSao&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the fight is over, And the storm is through, Now will you pick another? What will you get into? So you stand in the corner, With those boxing gloves on you, You’re old, scared and lonely, Yeah we’ve all been there too… uh uh We’ve been all there too… Kiss me, oh kiss me, If that can make it right. Try me, find me, Just throw them on me… Those failed expectations… Floods and afflictions you’re through. Cause I just might, take them home with me. And the cracks in the pavement, Yeah we’ve all fell there before, And bones built into skeleton, We’ve all been through that door. Kiss me, oh kiss me, If that can make it right. Try me, find me, Just throw them on me… Those failed expectations… Floods and afflictions you’re through. Cause I just might… Kiss me, oh kiss me, Will that make things right ? Try me, find me, Just throw them on me… Those failed expectations… Floods and afflictions you’re through. Cause I just might… I just might, take you home. Kiss me, kiss me, We’ve all been there too, Kiss me, kiss me We have all been there too, Kiss me, kiss me We’ve all been there too, Kiss me, kiss me So kiss me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8684606034092875212-1019447947500899729?l=moodsswings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/feeds/1019447947500899729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8684606034092875212&amp;postID=1019447947500899729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/1019447947500899729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8684606034092875212/posts/default/1019447947500899729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moodsswings.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Kiss me oh Kiss me - David Fonseca'/><author><name>Rebeca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VwUC2Q6H2wg/R5uD_vsPeBI/AAAAAAAAABY/3NeGrHW2uRo/S220/caminhos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
