2.28.2002
 
::sings:: You can't get my spirits down when I'm singin' and dancin' to Broadway!

But I couldn't keep singing all day. So the clouds came a-rollin' again.

Drums keep pounding a rhythm to my brain.

La di la di dii, la di la di da.

Help me, I've pulled apart my insides, help me I've got no soul to sell.

What good is sitting alone in your room? Come here the music play!

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