It's cold outside; there's no kind of atmosphere I'm all alone, more or less Let me fly, far away from here Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
I want to lie, shipwrecked and comatose Drinking fresh mango juice Goldfish shoals nibbling at my toes Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun Fun, fun, fun, in the sun, sun, sun
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Stand at the crossroads and look; Ask for ancient paths, Ask where the good way is, and walk in it, And you will find rest for your souls.
celeste_gabriev · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 08:54am · 0 Comments |