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| Written by c.porcaro |
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i cant stop from wondering what you’re doing way out there.
can i come and check it out sometime? will you be my tour guide? yes, i know it’s not my time yet but i’m way to thick to comprehend i’ve been looking for assistance from all of your assistants. as the physical reality of this cigarette drifts away so do my apprehensions, with them go my aspirations i’ve been around that way umpteen times today looking for the message promised, but never given it. and i have killed my finest hour sitting silent i heard your sigh. to die now would leave a perfect circle. a perfect circle never dies. |
