mánudagur, febrúar 23, 2004

"you'll be gone without a trace
i will make an effort spitting at your face
i will laugh and cry no tears
no more sorrow, no more fears

yes, you got your warning
you better prepare, sweet darlin'
you're lucky you know, cuz
the last thing you'll see
is
me

i look in your eyes
you stare back at mine
you're thinking "is that a chill down my spine?"
guess you'll never know
guess you'll never tell
but above all things
i guess you'll never
get well"
-hejira


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