if a room seems quiet, if the place seems still...
hang low and long and she shall come to you
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I read the news today, oh boy
Those stars have much to say/meany meany meany about you/mynee mynee mynee i couldn't help but listen to their strokes of divination i called them liars but i was only avoiding the unavoidable. you nor i can fight the pulleys of prison.
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