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Post by KnaveCollins on Jan 1, 2006 1:55:24 GMT
Happy new year everyone!!
Days of our fooking lives !
Whens the days draw in, We walk away from our sins, We decide on the life we live in, When things go wrong they decide what's happening.
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Post by troubadour on Jan 17, 2006 10:51:59 GMT
When your distressed and enthralled and your pearls they're a-draped And your not quite sure if your feelings reflect hate And they're laced on your neck and hammer like the wind blows And your thinking and pondering and questioning and guessing And your broach it can sparkle like a silhouette in the skies And in your heart of hearts your wishing that to yourself you could defy And your one-time curse your not sure to set free And like the wild waves pound the shores you to yourself dream release
I might be right I might be wrong But you'll find the answer by the wishing-well at midnights dawn
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