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When the wind blows my hair making it look like porcubine
spines
I realise the fan is on too high
When she doesn't return for a matter of months
I realise it wasn't a joke when she said bye
When my teeth fall out and my hair goes astray
I'll put down my towel, let my jokes run dry
All thoughts aside, i won't run, i won't hide
My time i cleverly, sneakily bide
I have aspirations, fears, dreams on my side
Up in the clouds, way up there
I look back and forth, no i look not stare
I look up high and with desperation wonder why
I want to scream and I want to cry
When i think of duty, i think why should i?
Posted: 2005-02-08 14:11:55 UTC

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