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The Script - The Man Who Can’t Be Moved
going back to the corner,
where i first saw you
gonna camp in my sleeping bag,
I’m not gonna move
got some words on cardboard
got your picture in my head
saying: if you see this girl can you tell her were i am
some try to hand me money
they don’t understand
I’m not broke I’m just a broken hearted man
i no it makes no sense
what else can i do
and how can i move on
when I’m still in love with you

cos if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth i could be
thinking maybe you’d come back here
to the place that we’d meet
and you’d see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street
so I’m not moving
I’m not moving

police man says son you cant stay here
i say someone I’m waiting for if its a day a month or year
got to stand my ground
even if it rains or snows
if she changes her mind
this is the first place she will go

cos if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth i could be
thinking maybe you’d come back here
to the place that we’d meet
and you’d see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street
so I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving

people talk about the guy
thats waiting in on a girl
woooaa woooand i no who’s in his shoes
put a big hole in his world
ooooo
maybe ill get famous for the man who cant be moved
and maybe you wont mean to but you’ll see me on the news
and you’d come running to the corner
cos you’ll know its just for you
I’m the man who cant be moved
I’m the man who cant be moved

cos if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
were on this earth i could be
thinking maybe you’d come back here
to the place that we’d meet
and you’d see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street
so I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving
I’m not moving

going back to the corner where i first saw you
gonna camp in my sleeping bag and I’m not gonna move


work in progress

man hands on misery to man
*Wednesday, January 10, 2007*


They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had.
And add some extra, just for you,
But they were fucked up in their turn,
by fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern,
and half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man,
it deepens like the coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
and dont have any kids yourself.
- Philip Larkin

this is by no means an attempt by me to discredit my parents for bringing me up or to scold anyone's parents but i found it rather amusing. quite true too. haha.. and dont be skeptical(i was. ok i dont really read alright. haha) and think that this person's trash. i wiki-ed philip larkin and hes supposed to be a well known poet in the latter half of the 20th century. haha

its a vicious cycle hah


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