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melancholy ill be the sweetness
you chose not to hear
ill be the rapture
you chose not to fear
brass bells are a' comin'
and mean oh-so-nothing
why would i follow you
they're coming in pairs of two
to feel sodden hands
on my delicate skin
respectable sisters fighting over him
you've come to amaze me
seek my collection of stamps
the sounds of all his guitars
full blast on his amps
you think you know philosophy
its a blow to your head- my words
blossoming joyous beatles
and the grain of yellow birds
July 28 2005, 16:22:39 UTC 6 years ago
July 28 2005, 16:36:49 UTC 6 years ago