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Lorelei - Styx

Jacob's Ladder - Rush

I get lost in your eyes And I feel my spirits rise And soar like the wind Is it love that I am in? I get weak, in a glance Isn't this what's called romance? And now I know 'Cause, when I'm lost I can let go

She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah She reaches in, and grabs right hold of your heart She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah It takes control and slowly tears you apart

Mama's got a squeeze box She wears on her chest And when daddy comes home He never gets no rest 'Cause she's playing all night And the music's all right Mama's got a squeeze box Daddy never sleeps at night

Strangers waitin' Up and down the boulevard Their shadows searchin' in the night Streetlights, people Livin' just to find emotion Hidin', somewhere in the night Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feelin' Streetlights, people

I consider myself left-handed, primarily because I write with my left hand, but really I'm just a mess. Write left "One handed" sports (tennis, ping pong, racquetball, bowling, etc.) - lefty "Two handed" sports (hockey, golf, etc.) - righty Throw - lefty Catch (baseball/softball glove) with my right EXCEPT when playing hockey goalie, in which case I catch with my left hand and hold stick in my right hand Eat - fork in left hand (and keep in in left hand when cutting with a knife) Computer mouse - use right hand

As soon as the Round 2 finish got pushed to Saturday, I figured he'd have a tough time finishing. If not for the consecutive Masters cuts made streak, he probably would have been cool with his 36-hole +3 score just missing. He can barely get through 18 holes in a day, let alone 25 or more. Once the 3rd round finish also got pushed to the Sunday, his Plantar Fasciitis announcement was the least surprising part of my Sunday morning. Behind Jack, Tiger is my favorite golfer of all time, and it is sad to watch him struggle around a golf course.

Cameron Young finished tied for 7th at 6-under, so I'm thinking the Masters rules folks had no problem with what he did.

I can't stand to fly I'm not that naive I'm just out to find The better part of me I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane I'm more than some pretty face beside a train And it's not easy to be me

I'll be there to comfort you Build my world of dreams around you I'm so glad that I found you I'll be there with a love so strong I'll be your strength You know I'll keep holdin' on

Listen, Jesus, to the warning I give Please remember that I want us to live But it's sad to see Our chances weakening with every hour

I remember when I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast

Sounds like Stand By Me, or maybe It?

Are we supposed to be answering these or just tossing out new ones? A League of Their Own Cool Hand Luke Don't know the others without cheating. One from me: "you're gonna need a bigger boat"

Crazy, but that's how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it's not too late To learn how to love And forget how to hate Mental wounds not healing Life's a bitter shame I'm going off the rails on a crazy train I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

One, two Ah, freak out! Le freak, c'est chic Freak out! Ah, freak out! Le freak, c'est chic Freak out! Ah, freak out! Le freak, c'est chic Freak out! Ah, freak out! Le freak, c'est chic Freak out!

How can you just leave me standing Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold) Maybe I'm just too demanding Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold Maybe you're just like my mother She's never satisfied (she's never satisfied) Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like When doves cry

How do you document real life When real life is getting more Like fiction each day Headlines -- bread-lines Blow my mind And now this deadline "Eviction -- or pay" Rent!

I see red And it hurts my head I guess it must be something That I read It's the color of your heartbeat A rising summer sun The battle lost or won The flash to fashion The pulse to passion Feels red inside my head

When the lights go down in the city And the sun shines on the bay Ooh, I wanna be there, yeah, in my city Oh, whoa, oh Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh So you think you're lonely Well, my friend, I'm lonely, too I wanna get back to my city by the bay Oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh

Say you love me every waking moment Turn my head with talk of summertime Say you need me with you now and always Promise me that all you say is true That's all I ask of you

I've been chased by a rain cloud I was lost and nearly drowned and kicked around But now I'm found and I won't run away

Eat meat on Friday, that's alright I even like steak on a Saturday night I can b*tch the best at your social do's I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue (Ooh-ooh-ooh) I'm a b*tch, I'm a b*tch, oh, the b*tch is back Stone-cold sober, as a matter of fact I can b*tch, I can b*tch, 'cause I'm better than you It's the way that I move, the things that I do, oh-oh-oh