life like weedssomethingbetterSeptember 30 2003, 16:30:14 UTC
sorry to rip modest mouse all the time, steven, but this all reminds me so of....
All this talkin’ all the time and the air fills up, up, up Until there's nothin’ left to breathe And you think you feel most everything And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings To be pulled, strings to be pulled So you think you've figured out everything But we know that our minds are just made out of strings To be pulled, strings to be pulled All this talkin’ all the time and the air fills up, up, up Until there's nothing left to breathe Up until there's nothin’ left to speak. Up until the better parts of space
i'm sorry i blow so much. figuratively speaking, of course. _alison.
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All this talkin’ all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothin’ left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our minds are just made out of strings
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
All this talkin’ all the time and the air fills up, up, up
Until there's nothing left to breathe
Up until there's nothin’ left to speak.
Up until the better parts of space
i'm sorry i blow so much. figuratively speaking, of course. _alison.
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