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How To Write A Resume
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acoustic pop rock singer
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Acoustic pop singer songwriter
Jon is a singer / songwriter from dirty jersey. going to college in st. petersburg FL. started playing guitar a while back. then started singing at the same time. then played in front of people and they seemed to enjoy it. so a number of songs have been recorded both professionally and on the good ol' 4 track in the dorm room. i hope you enjoy them.
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Genre
Acoustic • Acoustic Rock
Charts
Peak #216
Peak in subgenre #38
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words and music by Jon Wozniak
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jon wozniak
Uploaded
September 24, 2008
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MP3 5.0 MB • 128 kbps • 5:29
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anyone who has talked to me recently should get a kick out of this one
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Enough with the wires and the satellites one more step and we'd a had things right in hindsight a step in either direction might have been too much Must have been something in the air we breathe its the metals or the poisons or a rare disease My guess is you don't dare believe That this is what I'm like i just can't be this laid back right now! i'll take a breath when i see fit! i'm prolly gonna need some help some how- i need a target i can hit its my impression of a grown-up! this is my latest resume! i'm not sure i can be a hero- i'm not sure i can play the game... Every once in a while my habits seem Like the product of a bender with some bad caffeine With the shakes in my fingers And a ringing in between my ears but I haven't had a drink, haven't touched a pill I won't say what did it, but the doctor will Wrote me a prescription only god can fill Cuz this is what I'm like I want a clear head, want to be sedated I want someone to tell me I hallucinated That I didn't pull the pin out of my own grenade Not yet There's not a chance in hell that I can be objective I can tell my heart and my brain's infected I can only think of one way to correct it This is what I'm like.
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