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A little melody will soon be missing. All we are is lunch for the sky.
He marks his books with steak knives. All we are is lunch for the sky.
You can call this sane. You can call this eccentric.
Drivers in the taxicabs, People live their roles. Thirty-five cents. Throw it in the toll. They don't know they're paying what is stealing their food. They're forced into the melting pot where they're simmered and brewed. He loves being sick but he looks for a cure.
Why can't we be jazz musicians? A little melody will soon be missing.
I stood back to the countryside. I asked if you'd like to take a ride. My moods come in two stages. God-awful and contagious. I can't tell you what I want to say. The city digested yesterday. Death is not the end it is the cure.
Let's all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams. I'm a self-help video with the worst themes. Everything I wanted I was all in a dream. I still wasn't much or was that just how I seem? He loves being sick but he looks for a cure.
jsenobio added this comment 2008-11-30 03:00:43-06:00
COOL!
yuloveri added this comment 2008-11-24 07:25:42-06:00
thanks its lunch foR the sky by socratic
yuloveri added this comment 2008-11-24 07:24:56-06:00
yuloveri added this comment 2008-11-24 07:23:34-06:00
thanks, its lunch foR the sky by socratìc
neting added this comment 2008-11-24 04:45:21-06:00
:)
jsenobio added this comment 2008-11-30 03:00:43-06:00
COOL!
yuloveri added this comment 2008-11-24 07:25:42-06:00
thanks its lunch foR the sky by socratic
yuloveri added this comment 2008-11-24 07:24:56-06:00
thanks its lunch foR the sky by socratic
yuloveri added this comment 2008-11-24 07:23:34-06:00
thanks, its lunch foR the sky by socratìc
neting added this comment 2008-11-24 04:45:21-06:00
:)