April
Sunday 26 August 2007 photo 1/1
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sat outside my front window...this story's going somewhere: "He's well hung," and I am hanging up. Well there's a song on the radio that says: "Let's get this party started." So let's get this party started. What you do on your own time's just fine. My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know. What meant the world had folded, Like fingers holding onto what escapes me; What he has: a better kiss that never lasts. You said, between your smiles and regrets: "Don't say it's over." Dead and gone. Dead and gone. Calm before the storm set it off, (Set it off.) And the sun burnt out tonight. A reception less than warm set it off, And the sun burnt out tonight.
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