September 24, 2009 2:00 AM
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Far out, man, far out Foam code words Plastic bubbles Uncooked prawn chips Mixed laundry 36 miles a week by bike Done it before. Do it again. Not sure I'll remember. Saw the entire sky. Oh, It's been good, fine, she's still here, but she's leaving. And I'd even sharpened my head for her And I'd even crossed my arms at her Just make me work it's fine, I'll do it in my sleep. |
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