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Monday, October 6, 2003
Keep rainnig that slow alphabet. You can't stop this A in your hair.
Mood: Decent.
Music: Thursday-Tomorrow I'll Be You
Thursday-The Song Brought to You By a Falling Bomb
Do you hear the jet plane yawning miles across the sky? Hear the garbage truck back down the boulevard settin' off the car alarms as it passes by? Do you hear the static of 1,000 d-tuned radios? Shut the window love. Keep the world outside. I don't wanna think about anyone when the footsteps are getting louder, drowning out the sound of the rain as it knocks on the window sill. I'm not answering the phone let it ring. Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. The ground is getting closer, and the sky is falling down. This song has been brought to you...this song has been brought to you by a falling bomb, by a falling bomb.
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