A weblog by Jonathan Ali
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| Notes from a small island A weblog by Jonathan Ali |
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Tuesday, April 06, 2004 Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter Promises are sweet We hold out our pans, lift our hands to catch them We eat them up, drink them up, up, up, up Hey, let me in I only wish that I could hear you whisper down Mister fisherman, to a less peculiar ground He gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around To say goodbye, nice try Hey, let me in I had a mind to try to stop you, let me in But I've got tar on my feet and I can't see All the birds look down and laugh at me Clumsy, crawling out of my skin Hey, let me in -- "Let Me In" by REM, from the album Monster posted by Jonathan | 1:31 PM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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