weeds

#1Gmartinez_66Posted 8/5/2009 11:54:10 PM
if i throw the weeds on the ground will the hearts of people go down?
#2thedayeaPosted 8/6/2009 5:08:24 AM
slightly
#3nintendoggerPosted 8/9/2009 7:01:27 PM
I hate all the weeds in this game! >:(
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#4MinorouPosted 8/12/2009 8:05:05 PM
They only hate it if you drop it on roads. If you pick up a weed, it's generally safe to drop it right away.
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#5flipwitsPosted 8/14/2009 8:26:34 AM
In this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me.
You're just a rock to me, you're just a rock to me.
In this life like weeds, you're just a rock to me.
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds.

I could have told you all that I love you.
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from.
I could have told you all that I love you.
And in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die.
I could have told you all that I love you.
And on the day that you die, you'll see the people you met.
I could have told you all that I love you.
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been.

I wish I could have told you all...

In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds.
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed.
In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me.
I know where you're from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath.
In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me.

In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds.
I know where you're from, but where do you belong?
In this life like weeds, you're a rock to me.
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed.
In this life like weeds, you're the dirt I'll breath.

All this talking all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there's nothing left to breathe,
And you think you feel most everything.
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

So you think you've figured out everything,
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled.

All this talking all the time and the air fills up, up, up.
Until there's nothing left to breathe,
Up until there's nothing left to speak.
Up until the data parts in space.

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