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Joseph Eid
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The Rock
Tell my mother I loved her the most. Tell my father I know he did his best. Tell my lover who broke my heart, I never stopped loving him.
Tell my sister she should have been a poet. Tell my brother how guilty I felt when I ran off from home to chase all my dreams but I left him back there to pick up the pieces.
They say that rock is heading our way, they say that rock is as big as LA. It don't look like we'll make it. It don't look like we'll make it.
Tell the mailman I'm sorry but I forgot to give him his Christmas card. You know it's sitting on my shelf along with everybody else's, in my dusty pile of good intentions.
They say that rock is heading our way, they say that rock is as big as LA. It don't look like we'll make it. It don't look like we'll make it. They say that rock is heading our way, they say we got three days to live. What are you gonna do, what are you gonna say? What are you gonna give? What are you gonna give what are you gonna give?
What are you gonna give?
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