Tuesday, September 21, 2004
My tea's gone cold
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad
it's not so bad
I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all
the morning rain clouds up my window
and I can't see at all
And even if I could it'd all be grey,
but your picture on my wall
it reminds me that it's not so bad
it's not so bad
rocked on at 11:22 PM
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