Wednesday, May 02, 2007

:: 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?



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spoken. at 7:41 AM



"Point your gun in another direction — now that you've cried yourself to sleep."