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| From Stef |
| We've been having those days up here in PA, but of course I had to work through them. |
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| From Andre |
| As M.Sto said...it's g-r-a-y! You're still in America! |
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| From Jessica |
| What's that Andre? You're G-A-Y? |
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From Robert
Website: http://www.robertspuhler.com |
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey |
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| From Jessica |
| Well said. (And posted.) |
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