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:: Earache my eye ::
Let it never be said that romance is dead 'Cos there's so little else occupying my head There is nothing I need 'cept the function to breathe But I'm not really fussed, doesn't matter to me Ruby, ruby, ruby, ruby! Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya Know what ya doing, doing to me? Ruby, ruby, ruby, rubehhh ! Due to lack of interest - tomorrow is cancelled Let the clocks be reset and the pendulums held 'Cos there's nothing at all 'cept the space in between Finding out what you're called and repeating your name Could it be, could it be, that you're joking with me And you don't really see you with me Could it be, could it be, that you're joking with me ? And you don't really see you with me Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya What ya doing, doing to me? _ spoken. at 7:41 AM |
"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."
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