some mornings come

with it there�s hours to pay and we can�
or:
just leaves it there you can tell when the future fails to be more than a speech just like serenades of the mind, worse is nights without you and then, justice: mornings come we turn over, you make a little sad moan when I�m nto facing you to kiss you goodbye. I want more of those, need more.

2003-12-31 | 12:47 p.m.
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