Luke Weinberg

when you think of Christmas, you think of friends, family and gifts
when you think of Christmas you think of building snowmen and making snow angels and drinking hot coco
when you think of Christmas you think of the month of December
when i think of Christmas i picture you and me
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Love is a science
an experiment with disastrous consequences
or if you're lucky, positive outcomes
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music is all around the world
in cultures, holidays, everyday activities
but music is also in your mind
when i listen to music i think about life in different ways depending on the mood of the song
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hello again, i saw you at my window last night
why do you stay in the dark? , why do you stay out of sight?
did i threaten you or cause you harm
you seem nice, always sticking your arm out so i can shake it
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man look at me, i'm such a pretty boy
check out these muscles, and this gorgeous hair
i'm so handsome, i can't stop looking at myself in the mirror
i'm better than anyone, me plus any girl equals pair
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Heart attacks, the facts
I miss you
Stomach aches, some mistakes
I miss you
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Love has no meaning, no definition
Love stands alone, solo
To be in love, is to have a feeling of love
yet its not love- it’s infatuation
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June 22, a beautiful creature was born
March 18th, lost her love
Every moment of everyday, always had a friend
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Remember that nervous feeling you get
Butterflies in your stomach, heart beating fast
What seems like forever in reality is a second
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I don’t know what to do anymore
I just can’t think
What do i say when i’m around you
do i act like myself
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35,8,76,2,5.........
stop stop go back what did you say
38,5,72,6, and 8
gosh i hate numbers
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always dresses modern, always dressing daring
hat, lipstick, and a dress is what she's always wearing
high heels and a pocket book, left shoulder holding purse
when she talks and makes a mistaake, what reverse
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flat as a table, made of maple wood
arms stretched out only if i could
long wingspan, legs tight together
breath in and out, light as a feather
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i'm standing here alone
looking down at my phone
wondering if you will call
i love my baby girl
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tic toc i hear you everywhere i go
tic toc i hear you in my sleep
tic toc tic toc i hear you on the t.v. show
tic toc tic toc i hear you when i weep
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i see you crying my dear friend
i see you with tears dripping down your face
i see your cheeks turing red
like a plump tomato
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i can't help but feel something isn't right
i feel as if this world is getting smaller
i can't help but see the light
i'm shrinking and others are getting taller
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i hear the chirping of birds
tweet tweet
damn alarm
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i'm standing here alone
wondering who i am
i never thought that i would be a dead man
i can't help but feel the pain
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everyday i look at you
everyday your filled with pain
in your life there's over 1,000 individuals
you are not racist, yet your kind is only white
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