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| Topic Started: Jul 11 2008, 03:07 PM (30 Views) | |
| Left Field | Jul 11 2008, 03:07 PM Post #1 |
Out_of_the_blue...
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I don't believe in the sun no more Because the last time I saw it, it was going down And I don't believe in matter no more Cause I can't keep my feet on the ground And I don't have the time of day I simply know it's bright at times, and other times it's not And I keep consistently floating through space Though I am not an astronaut I've got a book with a thousand blank pages I wrote it just the other day I scribbled down a line or two Now I've forgotten what it said And I've got a hook that would stick in your head To hum it over and over again If I'd just the means to get it out I'd have a song people talk about But it's gone And it stays From my head To the stage And I've got a book with a thousand blank pages (c) Left Field Edited by Left Field, Jul 11 2008, 03:08 PM.
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