I need guidelines, to be elbowed, a license
I need a new heart, lungs, a mouth.
Maybe I will find them on my walk home today...
"I am strictly in this for the gold!"
(I have secretly failed all of my life)
I am not SOLD on this whole 'free loving kind of life'.
Stop throwing peace in my face, if i were anymore sensitive I would cry!
Ooh.
How is it Sunday, how is it already Sunday?
-April 2007
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