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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

*Sunday, June 01, 2008*


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never before in my almost 2 years of teaching tuition have i been told to set a test in the usual exam format. wth. i spent 2 hours writing the questions and now im gonna type. WTH. somemore im getting half the money this month so theres no motivation at all! damn it. and everytime i go i hafta walk so far. ok maybe not very far but its a bloody hot place and i always end up perspiring buckets by the time i reach there. otherwise it'll be pouring. omg.

the stupid boy always bullies me. today he went too far so i scolded him. he actually kicked my ass! and he always likes to touch me with his dirty hands. hes 10 yet he sucks his pens, fingers, arms etc all the time. and threatens to smear me with em. horrid kid. and he started pinching my face since 2 lessons ago. bloody hell. his dirty hands on my face. ARGH.

expats are really demanding. his parents are stressing me out man. not my style. im laidback man. hohoho. jk. but i dunno whether its worth it teaching him. ahh see how.

tmr's e last lesson before school reopens. see whether i'll dump him then. meanwhile its type type type.


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