WWE Idol
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A/N: Sorry it has taken so long, I had major computer problems
Matt Hardy walked into the room.
"I'm singing You'll Think of Me." he said. They judges, knowing full well about the Lita, Matt, Edge situation, nodded.
I
woke up early this morning around 4am
With
the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I
pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But
thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever
since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've
been tryin' my best to get along
But
that's OK
There's
nothing left to say, but
Take
your records, take your freedom
Take
your memories I don't need'em
Take
your space and take your reasons
But
you'll think of me
And
take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause
we have nothing left to weather
In
fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But
you'll think of me, you'll think of me
I
went out driving trying to clear my head
I
tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I
guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And
all the baggage that seems to still exist
It
seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is
not knowing what we could have been
What
we should have been
So
Take
your records, take your freedom
Take
your memories I don't need'em
Take
your space and take your reasons
But
you'll think of me
And
take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause
we have nothing left to weather
In
fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But
you'll think of me
Someday
I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't
worry, I'll be fine
I'm
gonna be alright
While
you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing
I could hold you tight
I'll
be over you
And
on with my life
So
take your records, take your freedom
Take
your memories I don't need'em
And
take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause
we have nothing left to weather
In
fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But
you'll think of me
So
take your records, take your freedom
Take
your memories I don't need'em
Take
your space and all your reasons
But
you'll think of me
And
take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause
we got nothing left to weather
In
fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But
you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah
And
you're gonna think of me
Oh
someday baby, someday
When he finished Paula had tears in her eyes and Simon was speachless.
"That... was... beautiful." Paula said between sniffs. Randy and Simon nodded.
"You're definetly in." Simon said