You said, this is my bedroom window
You said, this is my view
You said, lie down here with me
And see the things that I do
Like you were trying to tell me something
About the way you live
Like you would give me something
If you had something to give
And for all your talk
You don't say much that's real
I think I know more than you
About the way that you feel
Thursday, November 09, 2006
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