Are you one of the beautiful people?
Is my name on the list? Want to be
of the beautiful people ...
Wanna feel like I'm missed.
Is my name on the list? Want to be
of the beautiful people ...
Wanna feel like I'm missed.
Hey you with the walkie talkie
I know my clothes are not right,
I wish I had my own walkie talkie
That reached to God every night.
I know my clothes are not right,
I wish I had my own walkie talkie
That reached to God every night.
Everyone needs to be somebody!
Everyone needs to find someone who cares!
But I don't know if you know what I mean
cause I'm never on your list.
Everyone needs to find someone who cares!
But I don't know if you know what I mean
cause I'm never on your list.
Are you one of the beautiful people?
Am I on the wrong track?
Sometimes it feels like I'm made of eggshell
And it feels like I'm gonna crack.
Everyone needs to be somebody!
Everyone needs to find someone who cares!
But I do not know if you know what I mean
cause I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
Everyone needs to find someone who cares!
But I do not know if you know what I mean
cause I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
I'm never on your list.
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As a child I was terrified of needles.
And as often happens when you're scared, get to a certain point when it is no longer allowed the luxury of escape.
I remember the day I first vaccination. Then
me enough courage to lie on bed, close your eyes, lips tighten, tighten all the muscles, and wait .... it was all gone. Incision remained virtually invisible, the memory of a little pain and the joy of passing dreaded moment.
Why this picture? Why now?
Maybe I just did not do that bad.
appearing normal, routine, like an injection in which no child can escape .
I remember the day I first vaccination. Then
me enough courage to lie on bed, close your eyes, lips tighten, tighten all the muscles, and wait .... it was all gone. Incision remained virtually invisible, the memory of a little pain and the joy of passing dreaded moment.
Why this picture? Why now?
Maybe I just did not do that bad.
appearing normal, routine, like an injection in which no child can escape .
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