Censorship a big already known factor as only The Bigs get Heir Time through,
for the view of the smalls is trusting the counters at scale on the greens,
trek the Stats with branched at the Fats for Money is the buyer while the Workers are scat,
ripping off the unknown by History has been Our history throughout the Ages,
in the Anvil of Forged it has always been the Cellar so with a little luck maybe that will barrel.
Instead of the dead torture of behind closed eyes in the Blink broth will Testify,
the odd in the reads at each of the burns inks to the Name as I accept by lane,
for in the basement of my life I have foundation to death by repeats on the body of grave,
I write for the Ones that temper my anger that wish for me dead by ways of the limber.
Choking on James Blunt is not my style however bringing to the Front is my War on his while,
current to News he is 'Working It Out' yet another detail that the Flag is a route,
James Blunt does not play on American Radio nor has he balanced his latest Hit with C.D.,
but the fact remains that James Blunt insults the Moon Landing with a Gym time stunt,
this is Offensive at a degree that banks my determination to forward brings!!
The further the Test of Emergency Broadcast at just done on the Label go google,
pronunciation to Accent on the faster at sloped unless you are Frozen at stage famed it's less,
the trash on The Been made Wise by a decade in doing the Rockets RED Glare!!
Times table goes to the War prequel announcing that James Blunt is a Singer on sequel,
down your own Country Mr. Blunt but the repeat attacks on mine have engaged this lined,
you have not only insults that evolve from Space Shipping Scenes but you have dunked the Gender,
this is not my pun but an exact on you crumbling our Nature as go getters.
James Blunt rides on the skirts of shock as he tweets with the angry birds in responds,
brushed aside as sum to the bank of account is mirror to the reflection of him as his sadistic sound.
Elbows for I am sure that this just popped on the Reads of posts today merely coincidence as the Public would state,
yet I know that James Blunt is aware of this Post as it was written before he sang his latest in toast.
You sing at funerals.
I write of death.
It is such a bummer,
we have not met.
I will be older,
so you will not die.
Men go so much younger,
while girls do not fly.
I won't be without you,
are age doth does match.
A young man with feeling,
sex might be best.
So, let us not meet.
Let dreams become wet!
Laughter is better,
fantasy won't let!!
It's fun to be daring,
free from all sin.
Happiness from freedom,
of nothing that's been.
Cheer on all your memories,
write from within.
Deliver the treasure,
of measure not men.
Hypocrites will listen,
to lies of the few.
Will you be the witness,
to the girl on the pew?
Karen A. Placek
Lyrics to Trail Of Broken Hearts By James Hillier Blount ~ (Blunt by Change)Someone be my witness that she walked away
Said I said things I didn't say,
Broke my heart, and said she don't love me, she don't love me
Someone, uuhu see the sad eye that I can see
And all she is it's just a fantasy,
Damn her, for what she said she don't love me, she don't love me
Watch her as she goes, passed out Hollywood bowl
I see her out of your car and she passes by
Her ex lover's glad it was different from them
She's leaving her trail of broken hearts!
Curtains will close at the Hollywood ball
The pain that she has is in black and white
She said baby it's hard when you burn like a star
She's leaving her trail of broken hearts!
Someone, someone else don't know I tell the truth
The TRAIL OF HEARTS is all you need for proof
I'm not the fastest at, she don't love them she don't love them
Sometimes, uuhu sometimes I wish that I could see her again,
Oh, God it happened she was beautiful when
She held my hand and said she don't love me, she don't love me
Watch her as she goes, passed out Hollywood bowl
I see her out of your car and she passes by
Her ex lover's glad it was different from them
She's leaving her trail of broken hearts!
Curtains will close at the Hollywood ball
The pain that she has is in black and white
She said baby it's hard when you burn like a star
She's leaving her trail of broken hearts!
There's nothing you can do about it,
There's nothing you can say!
Watch her as she goes, passed out Hollywood bowl
I see her out of your car and she passes by
Her ex lover's glad it was different from them
She's leaving her trail of broken hearts!
Curtains will close at the Hollywood ball
The pain that she has is in black and white
She said baby it's hard when you burn like a star
She's leaving her trail of broken hearts!
Uuhu, she said baby it's hard when you burn like a star
She's leaving her trail of broken hearts!
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