Saturday, January 06, 2007
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Empty hours spent combing the streets, In day-time showers they've become my beat, As I walk from Cafe to bar, I wish I knew where you are, Because you've clouded my mind, And now I'm all out of time.
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yas i do
I like it... it's cool... :)
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