Worth it. The forever song of the long shadows forgets you not for the time being. And listen do you hear? I think I do. If you could ever be the one who said, "listen, I think you’ve had enough" - then I think I can tell you this: there is something going on that is just the way it used to be, but yet not.
The clever clown went down the stairs and left out a comma. The only thing that is worth saying is anything at all. Don’t call just sing the menu.
To you, with thrown in points of reference. Don’t be that way - unless the call comes in for me, forget it. Go to the hallway and listen to the wind in the willows. Time for refreshments. The way I see it, the only thing left to do is sit and talk. The forest is the green way, the only way to see the highway.
This thing that is there is everywhere but here. Then the doctor climbed in and said, "what?" The don’t do this and don’t do that factor. Resounding to hear in the bathroom. If there is one thing that I need, I’d like to hear about it. And don’t you forget it. This is a song about love – the kind of love you don’t get in any dime store novel – it’s the kind of love that makes one wonder, hey, what was that song again, you know, the one by what’s his name, you know what I mean. Ok, let’s play president.
Every word is gold and don’t you forget it. If you haven’t guessed by now, I am the one you’ve been reading about. Listen, don’t tell anyone but I’ve been here before and last time I was so drunk I could hardly stand it and I could hardly stand up. So in case you’re wondering, no I don’t think I do know the answer to the question they asked last week on jeopardy. Sorry.
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