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Highschool On A Sunday (country)
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self assessment set to music
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Home For The Def is the sound of you and all your friends cd collections being melted down into one big uber cd.
Home For The Def - genre hopping, brain popping music for the young at heart.
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#8,598 today Peak #99
#1,697 in subgenre Peak #21
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Home For The Def
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2003
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December 02, 2003
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
Sometimes we all need to take a step back from our life and assess who we are and where we are going. This can help us in determining the need for change, or even to give ourselves a simple pat on the back. Oftentimes the changes required are difficult and require alot of effort, as well as a bit of trial and error. Frequent self assessment should be regarded as a personal challenge towards greatness. This song is a record of one such self assessment. You can use it as a template for your own self assessment if you choose, although the greatest self assessments are completely self contained.
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Like death and taxes you know I wish I was the sure thing, Girls look at my face and say 'oh, you poor thing', Y'see I'm a sympathy vote, at best a worst case scenario, Last man on Earth, like a loser Lothario, Latin lover? More like a pile of steaming shit, Suicide isn't painless, but I hear it only hurts a bit, So it's 1,2,3,10,4, over and out, I can read the writing on the wall so there's no need to shout, If I can't have you then I can't have me, I could live a thousand years on just one 'maybe'. No style, no chance and a kick in the arse, I'm like Highschool On A Sunday, y'know I've got no class It's just an awkward phase, that's what I tell myself, I'll grow into my looks and I'll learn to love myself, But I'm tired of loving myself and my arms getting tired, Mr. Palmer called the office and he says he's retired, You're a fox and I'm a dog - yeah, that's it, I'm like one of those dogs that eat their own shit, I could look you in the eye, send a smile in your direction, I could ask you for a kiss but 'What if she said no? I'm not sure I could take that kind of a rejection' Introspection, I've got my head up my arse, I'm like Highschool On A Sunday, y'know I've got no class High, so high, you get me High, so high
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