You tell me that you've found a better way
And I tell you that it isn't fucking sane
Everything that I wanted has broke down
They all think that I'm just a fucking clown
But everybody's telling me I gotta move faster
Everybody's telling me that I'm a fucking bastard
All my dreams were just islands in the sky
I read it on weekends.
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ReplyDeleteI usually try to plow the Google Reader on Saturday and Sunday mornings, but I have been out of town...
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, MOCK!
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