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30-40 I'm Getting There

40. I Will Remember You - Sarah McLachlan
This song, wow, it means so much to me everytime I hear it. I don't think I can tell you how much it affects me.

39. Brass Monkey - The Beastie Boys
Love the horns. Love 'em!

38. Head Like A Hole - Nine Inch Nails
I used to sing this really loud when I had headphones on and yeah, that's not a good idea sometimes.

37. Poison - Bell Biv Devoe
Don't ask and I won't tell

36. Firestarter - Prodigy
The man scares the shit out of me but he gets me moving

35. Butterfly Kisses - Bob Carlisle
One of the most overplayed songs ever and yet it was my Daddy/Daughter song at the wedding

34. It's Tricky - Run DMC
All time fave from the Rev and crew. Walk This Way was good but I dig this one

33. Everybody Hurts - REM
This is probably the only song I like from them and I'll probably get hate mail for not "appreciating their contribution to the alternative music scene" and for not liking any of their other shit.

32. Bridge Over Troubled Water - Simon and Garfunkle
My graduation song. I kid you not. I think I was one of 3 people singing it. Let's just say my graduating classmates were all about the drinking that would ensue following graduation and I was all about getting on a damn plane back to the States. I was the only one who did not need a cheat sheet of lyrics either. Is that sad or good? I'm not sure. I love Art's hair. Bless his heart.

31. Take My Breath Away - Berlin
Pre-CrazyAssTomCruise yummy. Who doesn't think of the bed scene and the paper airplane in the morning when they hear this song?

30. Starry Starry Night - Don McLean
Love the lyrics.



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