Tuesday, July 21, 2009



I dunno why, you come this night

Tomb of rock

I dunno why we're bound in this life

Tell them all it wasn't me
tell them all it wasn't me aha!

I dunno why

When the metrics of the noble hour
That pluck the sweet strings
That sing the sweet things
We risk the bee stings
To find the finer flower
And drink the sweet things

I'm finally full

Untimely full

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