She said, Dont you worry about me again,
Boy,
Unless you mean it well and,
I was always so kind and,
Your intentions wither, leaving town,
Nobodie said where would you be,
Without me, without me,
I would be at home,
Alone,
Here,
Gone down that road,
Tired and all weared out, naturally dry,
High, low is me In a hole,
And then I skip town through my dreams alone,
Here, the table lying naked,
Here, alone on the porch,
Feeling the imagine low,
Pardon me why i tangle,
Being the boat to far from the shore,
Why, feel, drive, wheres the road,
Feeling so cold,
Watching at nothing with a beat,
Why, go, taking my time,
To, the, lonley line again.
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patch81
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2003-01-07 03:40:00]
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