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how sad too bad

Football

Closed my door, forgot my key, missed my bus in the pouring rain
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

Burnt my toast and lost your number, cut my finger, spilled my beer
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

Had a chat and left my hat, ate my dog and walked my cat
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

Called a cabbage, threw the garbage, asked for help and got some help
It's been the usual sunday with a flu
And I just can't get over you

I put your stockings in my purple boots
What if I don't get over you ?

saw the sun
searching the sea
looking for the sky
seeing birds singing

checking todays comics
listening music
chatting with friends
have a look todays weather

Days without you makes me fall
falling through the floor and earth

keeping the ball high in the sky
making videos day and night

Our team is one and only
no one is ever lonely

Training and practicing
trying to make ball not falling

After succefulling combos
then we are ready for match

päri päivää forssassa
roopen mummilla
nyt himassa :D
oli kivaa

http://www.zurqui.com/crinfocus/paper/air-bld1.html
tee se it se

utube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lio0YbTi87g&feature=fvst

lyrics

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you'd gone there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh, who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

Ohh...

Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world