Still remember, how we used to play innocently back there... I still remember, how we used to dream, to laugh, to cry. Has it all been lost among these promblems around us..?

[We picked a helluv'of a night,
From the shore I see the skyline..
In a couple of hours from now, Rick,
We're gonna get out of this life...]

Yeah.. I liked that song. I liked John's voice. It seemed so soft. I wish I had a voice like his...
I tried to sing his songs like him. I even acted a singer once. Well.. I bet, no one got it.

[And just like Butch and Sundance
We'll ride until the dawn,
Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs,
On the Right Side of Wrong...]

It seems so far away now. But still, so kin. It's like something sweet and beautiful that has been lost long ago, now comes back. I wonder if you feel it, angel... What is gonna be for us? What is it gonna be for you?
What do you dream about? What do you regret about?

A person cannot erase a feeling by saying to everybody that it doesn't exist. You'll be just calling it another name. If not hatred, then hipocrisy or lust or fear or whatever... But in the end we'll just finish realizing, that we have been lying...
Remember Interstate 60? You can't talk about something you've never felt. Yeah, maybe living without black feelings seems beautiful... But you can't hide.

[We'll make the grade,
They'll know our names,
I need a friend to drive here.
Wear my necklace
Of St. Christopher
And talk to him while I go inside.
I'll take that suitcase,
Get the cash
And we'll be gone before you know..
Wait until we tell the girls we're moving down
To the Gulf of Mexico...]

@music: Bon Jovi - Right Side of Wrong
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