"She wasn't very pretty,
She wasn't very smart,
But everything she said to him came strait from her heart.
Write a song about me,..."Any Old Kind Of Day
"Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange.
The color is of midnight in this room.
The cars outside are coughing and it's kind of hard to sleep
and there's neon out the window, not the moon...."Babysitter
"When I rearrange the pieces of the puzzle of my past
I sigh at the heartaches, relive the laughs
And I think about the moments that have left their mark
And the too few faces that shine a little light in the dark..."|
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