./~ all of these quiet battered voices
wait for the hunger to come
we got little revolvers and stupid choices
and no one to say when we're done
(Well I don't wanna bring you down)
I wanna be the light that burns out your eyes
`cause I know there's little things about me
that would sing in the silence ~\.
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Date: 2002-07-03 10:40 pm (UTC)From:(Dancing a little expectation dance for the new album on the 7th)