04-30-2002, 07:22 PM
While my guitar gently weeps.
With two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard.
Wearing the face that she keeps in the jar by the door, who is it for.
Knotting his socks in the night, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear.
With two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard.
Wearing the face that she keeps in the jar by the door, who is it for.
Knotting his socks in the night, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear.
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Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!
Do that voodoo that you do, so well ~>
HITTING BOTTOM ISN'T A WEEKEND RETREAT! IT'S NOT A SEMINAR! ONLY AFTER YOU'VE LOST EVERYTHING ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING! YOU SEE, YOU LISTEN, BUT YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVE TO FORGET EVERYTHING YOU KNOW, EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU KNOW!