Sunday Mar 18, 2007

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nothing like re-discovering some great lost songs...


Kickin as Im tryin to sleep
I got the mud beaneath my shoes
Rubber band, rubberband
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use

Roamin, roamin, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I dont care, yeah and I dont care
Roamin, roamin, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

Trippin as Im thinkin
bout a boy, his name was sue
Hes a man, hes man
Crackerman, crackerman
Hes a woman too

Roamin, roamin, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I dont care, yeah and I dont care
Roamin, roamin, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

And Im thinkin
While Im thinkin
And Im thinkin
While Im thinkin

Roamin, roamin, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I dont care, yeah and I dont care
Roamin, roamin, roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much

And Im thinkin
While Im thinkin
And Im thinkin
While Im thinkin
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
annisa:
the hooker diaries?
I got lazy with my journal enteries
I will try to put one up later, I am glad you like them..they get pretty repetative though
not to sound mean, but it gets better later when she slips..
beckyjane:
I won't be gauging my ears very big...no bigger than 0 or 00.

As far as Seattle...I have loved it for years and the pieces may just fall together!

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