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what is love?

everytime i ask this question, i night at the roxbury is forced into my head. but i force it back out again.

it is a valid question. im listening to love is noise right now.

Love is these blues that I'm singing again Love is noise and love is pain Love is these blues that I'm singing again Love is noise, love is pain Love is these blues that I'm feeling again Love is noise, love is pain.

ive figured there are two types of songs. by people in love and people out of love. each have their biast views on the subject. those who are in love find it to be the most amazing thing imaginable. those who have lost it are spiteful and pessimistic. its almost as if i dont know who to believe. i look up to these experienced people for guidance, but its as i have just as much experience as they do.

i acctualy dont know where im going with this. its late, i'm tired, i smell weed thoguh i think its just my cough drop. i guess what im saying is...i think love is a drug. it places the user in a stupor of complete happiness, but it oculd leave at the drop of a dime, leaving the user in a completely different mood. im tired. i'll elaborate more later.

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pihzaz said…
Interesting point of view
Im listening to some random cd my grandma gave me
its really old some guy named Don convay and its so good lol
August 21, 2008 at 2:48 PM
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