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Between the Lines: Sara Bareilles Live at the Fillmore (Sara Bareilles) · Sara & Maybelle Carter (Sara & Maybelle Carter) · Between the Line: Sara Bareilles Live at Fillmore [DVD] (Sara Bareilles) · Che Sara: Greatest Hits (José Feliciano) · Between the Lines: Sara Bareilles Live at the Fillmore (Sara Bareilles) · Sara (Mind the Gap) · Che Sara [Bonus Tracks] (José Feliciano) · E Che Mai Sara (Spagna) · Sara Watkins (Sara Watkins) · Sara Smile (Jimmy Wayne) – and 90 other albums »


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That's when I realized it was Sara, or maybe it was Tegan
I'm pretty sure that it was Sara
Cause Johnny Sampson said she was the cooler one
to drown
But now it's gone, they say it doesn't matter anymore
But when you build your house, call me

Oh Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change
When you build your house
Then please call me home

Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change, and don't you ever stop
Now it's gone
No it
please call me home

Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change, and don't you ever stop
Now it's gone
No it doesn't matter anymore
When you build your
to drown.
But now it's gone, they say it doesn't matter anymore.
If you build your house, then please call me home.

"Sara, you're the poet in my heart,
to drown
But now it's gone, they say it doesn't matter anymore
But when you build your house, call me

Oh Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change
everyone would love to drown
And now it's gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home

And he was just like a great dark wing
my palm 
I'ma fuck you up, like the United States got by Vietnam 
I go... 

Yo, everytime I MC I'm coming off 
Yes it's coming back to me
to death
My little brother Nick, I guess he lovin' what's left

[CHORUS] (Sara)
(In my life)
Life is what you make it
Though it may sound basic (In my life)
a rumour
(Divided by, divided by) Or someone tipped them off
(Divided by, divided by) It's better to go sooner
(Divided by, divided by) Than call it all
a rumor
(Divided by, divided by) Or someone tipped them off
(Divided by, divided by) It's better to go sooner
(Divided by, divided by) Than call it all
[Intro]

{Sara Johnston} Hi my name is stereo Mike
{radio announcer}  Yeah, we got free tickets to the Bran Van concert
happening this Monday
[Intro]

{Sara Johnston} Hi my name is stereo Mike
{radio announcer}  Yeah, we got free tickets to the Bran Van concert
happening this Monday
of bed!" he said I'll explain it on the way 



[Sara Johnston] - singing 

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day 

And I say, what
[Intro]

{Sara Johnston} Hi my name is stereo Mike
{radio announcer}  Yeah, we got free tickets to the Bran Van concert
happening this Monday
[Marie]
Lonely days lonely nights
Without you by my side
Memories and sad songs
Making me feel so blue

[Sara]
Now I know yeah I realize
I
I said, party over here, call up everybody we know
This is for the women who be feeding off my ego
Tell 'em that I made it, 'cause I listen to my
cookies I been munching lately
My feets are becoming difficult to see
I believe it was my Daddy
Who led to this eating disease
By calling me "The Little
ever had a coodycat eight eight
Vaughn can't wait too long, stroked it on the late late

Wait, first let's get this shit straight straight
Don't call
won't spend my life gazin' at the stars up in the sky
Wonderin' if love will pass me by
Now that I've found you I'll call off the search

Out on my
to you
With the permission you give, your lotion, let's get ghost girl

[Sara]
Baby how ya doing?
Off the scene for a minute, but right back into it
Tell
vegetable)
Call it by name
(Call any vegetable)
Call one today
(Call any vegetable)
When you get off the train
(Call any vegetable)
Call any vegetable
brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern
brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern
brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern