Climb, climb, i always climb
out of bed in the morning
on a mountain made of sand
and i know this doesn't rhyme
but the clutter on the table
has been getting out of hand
i know that you tried to see me through
but honey i'm still having trouble
finding out what's you.
>Meat Puppets<
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Pubblicata il 17 ottobre 2008