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i used to think that if you locked him in a room with a computer and a frigde that he wouldnt even notice that he was locked in. and she sings to me staring intently from an unfocused gaze and suddenly i am spellbound, if only for a momnet. black hair black clothes if you ignor the lyrcis she could be sitting in my loungeroom talking to me talking to me talk to me talk to me do i have words. i have words, dammit. and she whispered into my ear she whispered into my ear she whispered into my ear and never really told me anything at all |
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