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I heard the old, old, men say 'All that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters...'



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I'll publish right or wrong.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Lord Byron (1788 - 1824)

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

What is my day going to look like
What will tomorrow bring me
If I had x-ray eyes, I could see inside
I wouldn't have to protect the future
I wish that you would do some talking
Or else am I to know what you're thinking
If only people would say what it really was
What it really was
What it really was that they wanted

Did they ever give you a reason
To believe in something different
If you're looking for love, for what's worth
I have plenty of it lying around here somewhere
If you are looking for disappointment
You can find it around any corner
In the middle of the night I hold on to you tight
So both of us can feel protected

Tell me where it hurts
to hell with everybody else
All I care about is you and that's the truth
They don't love me, I can tell
But you do, so they can go to hell

Tell me where it hurts


imaginary grace.
i finally understand what that means.
marked X is the spot where it hurts.
it stings.
but honey, it fades
just like everything else.



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