January 06, 2004

Try to run..try to hide.. BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE OTHER SIIDE...

'Ello my dear, my sweetest friend. Let's go to MeXiCo and live AgAiN.
A house by the beach and the dirty, dirty water.
We won't care about that, look how cute the kids are.
Your dead-beat job, but you'll make it to the top soon.
And I have writers block, little poems on napkins everywhere.
And you'll say I'm beautiful, and I'll think you're witty.
And for vacation we'll run to the big city.
And we'll own so much land, and have so much money.
Wouldn't that be perfect, honey?

With not a care in the world, it's summer everyday. And no stupid bills to pay.
An unconditional, thorough kind of love, this shit won't fade
and neither of us would have it any other way.
Walk outside, the sky is sunny
Wouldn't that be perfect, honey?

The sunset through the window, aray of colors in the clouds.
Laying in the sand, laughing outloud.

Wouldn't that be perfect?
That would be so perfect, honey.

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