My baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
I'm just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend
Waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish
I wish
I wish that something would happen
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Posted by Zh. at 9:36 PM
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sounds like a beat down country western bar.
on the contrary, its probably a place so far removed from here.
Don't wish for something to happen. Make it happen.
The world is your oyster, my little dancing tin ballerina. Sweep across its floors with the faintest hint of your grandeurs....
Sounds like a beat-down place at the beach
i'd second Dreaminglass!
though my first time here!
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