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Sunday, January 22, 2012

When you're strange

The tax man's taken all my dough
Faces look ugly when you're alone
the sofa in San Tropez
Streets And Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
When you're strange Sipping at my ice cold beer
Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
Owning a home with no silver spoon
In the summertime, in the summertime
In the summertime, in the summertime
When you're strange

you all need help, all of you, for more than one reason, you all don't know your
you're
yore
yore? what does that mean, hold on.................  yore: pleasing or attractive to the eye; or... Spanish painter and illustrator...

those are two very different things and i don't believe either of them to be correct.

also, for those of you who love in Minnesota, im sorry i didn't get to post earlier today, i was at....
>.<
never mind.

none of this made any sense at all

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