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living out the best years of my life!
slogging it out down at nbs..
eating sleeping stoning
guit bass keyboard drums
cycling sleeping
would rather be slacking around
the only work i'll be doing is poring over textbooks...
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Layout: vehemency
i do hope it's really the same as what those two jokers did post that soccer match...
somewhere between the new and the old
somewhere between who i am and who i used to be
somewhere in the middle, You'll find me
somewhere between the wrong and the right
somewhere between the darkness and the light
somewhere between who i was and who You're making me
somewhere in the middle, You'll find me
just how close can i get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense
deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle
with eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is
but will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle
are we caught in the middle
somewhere between my heart and my hands
somewhere between my faith and my plans
somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves
somewhere between a whisper and a roar
somewhere between the altar and the door
somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more
somewhere in the middle You'll find me
sust how close can i get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control
Lord, i feel You in this place and i know You're by my side
living me even on these nights when i'm caught in the middle
il est revenu tu as pleur
je suis celui sur qui compter
aurai-je besoin de le prouver
il suffira peut-etre d'un coup de sort
dis-moi ce que tu souhaites
plus et encore
je sais tous les chemins par ou aller
laisse-moi seulement te montrer
et s'il faut attendre que le temps passe
que la lune montre une autre face
je saurai tenir le coup
je t'attendrai jusqu'au bout
j'ai trouve un sens ma vie
et s'il le faut j'en paierai le prix
je t'attendrai jusqu'au bout
viens n'aie pas peur de te rapprocher
viens lire dans mon cur comme je peux t'aimer
ecoute un peu ce que tu sens
j'ai toute ma vie je suis confiant
meme si les distances nous sparent
je saurai continuer notre histoire
je t'attendrai malgre tout
je t'attends plus que tout
i know i'm starting to treat this place like twitter, and probably should get one.. but...
bleahxx.
just over 5 hours left to a temporary respite...
j'ai peur de domir parce que quand je me leve, on les serait plus proche...
imagine... if there was just another ten plus years reaching the final finish line...
what would you do?
parler. berbual.
je seulment espere... saya hanya mahu...
mais... mesti harus menunggu berberapa hari lagi...
what do you do when you realise that all your dreams have come true?
would it all have been so much easier had it been the other way round?
and so here it comes again.
2 weeks to semi-freedom, 3 to total liberty.
12 sleepless nights, 4 hard fights to the finish.
25 hours and crashing...
what's been happening in the real world? i don't know.
i only know what time the communications labs get locked up at night, how to keep them doors open, and where the plugs are at serene centre's macs.