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To: sandintoes who wrote (499)	2/1/2005 3:37:19 AM
From: sandintoes	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 32492

We Will Rock You Queen's Lyrics Buddy you’re a boy make a big noise Playin’ in the street gonna be a big man some day You got mud on yo’ face You big disgrace Kickin’ your can all over the place We will we will rock you We will we will rock you Buddy you’re a young man hard man Shoutin’ in the street gonna take on the world some day You got blood on yo’ face You big disgrace Wavin’ your banner all over the place We will we will rock you We will we will rock you Buddy you’re an old man poor man Pleadin’ with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day You got mud on your face You big disgrace Somebody better put you back in your place We will we will rock you We will we will rock you

To: sandintoes who wrote (499)	2/1/2005 11:29:26 AM
From: goldworldnet	Respond to of 32492

Diary (Bread) I found her diary underneath a tree. and started reading about me The words she'd written took me by surprise, you'd never read them in her eyes. They said that she had found the love she waited for. Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it. When she confronted with the writing there, simply pretended not to care. I passed it off as just in keeping with her total disconcerting aire and though she tried to hide the love that she denied, wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it. And as I go through my life, I will give to her my wife, all the sweet things I can find. all the sweet things I can find. I found her diary underneath a tree. and started reading about me. The words began stick and tears to flow. Her meaning now was clear to see. The love she'd waited for was someone else not me. Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it. and as I go through my life, I will wish for her his wife all the sweet things she desires all the sweet things she desires * * *