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Saturday, September 11, 2004



There's a man on the streetLooks like someone I knowHis suit is so neat,His face resoluteHis old boss died recentlyThe position is emptyTime to move on up,After all these yearsBut someone up there don't think soSo here he is againBack at the bottom,Of a long ladder.

But aren't you happy to be living This beautiful life?Aren't you happy to be standingUnder Cerulean skies?Be her lover, be her husbandShe's your lovely wifeWe all are surprised when we Open our eyesYou can't have what matters Till you know that it mattersSo aren't you happy to be living

This beautiful life?Aren't you happy to be standingUnder Cerulean skies?Be his father, she's your daughter Be a new man tonight

There's that man on the streetHe's the same one I knowHis brow is all creased, Like three rainy daysI say, hello my old friendIt's good to see you againYou take care of yourself now,These are hard times aheadHe says, don't worry I'll be readyI've been through this beforeSo you take it easy,And remember your own advice

James Barr at 11:30 AM

your lipstick, his collar

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting i am james, you are stranger.. lets make love. 13/f/sg millionsopeaches@hotmail

Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound

But while you debate half empty or half full,

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If I could open my arms, And span the length of the isle of Manhattan, I'd bring it to where you are, Making a lake of the East River and Hudson. And if I could open my mouth, Wide enough for a marching band to march out, They would make your name sing, And bend through alleys and bounce off other buildings. I wish we could open our eyes, To see in all directions at the same time. Oh what a beautiful view, If you were never aware of what was around you. And it is true what you said, That I live like a hermit in my own head. But when the sun shines again, I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in. Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole. Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. But while you debate half empty or half full, It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown. (4x) Your love is gonna drown. (4x) Your love is gonna...



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