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Ride to live, Live to ride
Jessica ,snowboarder,pwa,16
Livin the Dream
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"I tell you the truth, The Kingdom of Heaven is like the brave snowboarder who enters through the narrow opening in the trees. He finds many fresh turns there, and blessings of all kinds. And there is weeping and gnashing of teeth on the icy groomed runs for the lazy snowboarder who takes the wide open path."
Oh that's just the way it goes
"everyone knows that noone is in control, really, but at the same time, if yo,u're gonna be out of control, at least do it where you can land it, and not end up broken and lost."
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Chairs thrown and tables toppled,
Hands armed with broken bottles,
Standing no chance to win but,
We're not running, we're not running.
There's a point I think we're missing,
It's in the air we raise our fists in,
In the smiles we cast each other,
My sister, my brother.
About the time we gave up hoping
We'd ever find these locks still open,
Stumbling on stones unturned,
The hurt we feel, we all have earned.
The lines we cross in search of change,
but all they see is treason.
Although we have no obligation to stay alive
On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive
I won't be left here
Behind closed doors.
Bonfires burn like beacons,
Guiding the lost and weakened.
Flames dance on crashing waves,
Guiding ships who've gone astray
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Ride to live, Live to ride
Jessica ,snowboarder,pwa,16
Livin the Dream
Here I am
I'm back at the crossroads again
Oh let me stand
On top of the mountain again
I'm back at the crossroads again
Oh let me stand
On top of the mountain again
And here iam doing every thing i can
"I tell you the truth, The Kingdom of Heaven is like the brave snowboarder who enters through the narrow opening in the trees. He finds many fresh turns there, and blessings of all kinds. And there is weeping and gnashing of teeth on the icy groomed runs for the lazy snowboarder who takes the wide open path."
Oh that's just the way it goes
"everyone knows that noone is in control, really, but at the same time, if yo,u're gonna be out of control, at least do it where you can land it, and not end up broken and lost."
Chairs thrown and tables toppled,
Hands armed with broken bottles,
Standing no chance to win but,
We're not running, we're not running.
There's a point I think we're missing,
It's in the air we raise our fists in,
In the smiles we cast each other,
My sister, my brother.
About the time we gave up hoping
We'd ever find these locks still open,
Stumbling on stones unturned,
The hurt we feel, we all have earned.
The lines we cross in search of change,
but all they see is treason.
Although we have no obligation to stay alive
On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive
I won't be left here
Behind closed doors.
Bonfires burn like beacons,
Guiding the lost and weakened.
Flames dance on crashing waves,
Guiding ships who've gone astray
Life Cooks
PARTY HARD