Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, and looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat, made the bus in seconds flat. Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
and somebody spoke and I went into a dream...
quarta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2009
Falling...
Yes, I am falling, and he keeps calling me back again...
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