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  • somesort of something
    ...written on 2006-07-16, @ 1:09 a.m.

    I was driving... and as the events transpired ... I thought of this song...

    I just don't know why.

    This town just isn't big enough for the two of us...

    I guess you could put it that way... but if you ever need me... I hope you know... I am here ...

    You know, the sun is in your eyes
    And hurricanes and rains
    And black and cloudy skies.

    You're running up and down that hill.
    You turn it on and off at will.
    There's nothing here to thrill
    Or bring you down.
    And if you've got no other choice
    You know you can follow my voice
    Through the dark turns and noise
    Of this wicked little town.

    Oh Lady, luck has led you here
    And they're so twisted up
    They'll twist you up. I fear.

    The pious, hateful and devout,
    You're turning tricks til you're turned out,
    The wind so cold it burns,
    You're burning out and blowing round.
    And if you've got no other choice
    You know you can follow my voice
    Through the dark turns and noise
    Of this wicked little town.

    The fates are vicious and they're cruel.
    You learn too late you've used two wishes like a fool

    And then you're someone you are not,
    And Junction City ain't the spot,
    Remember Mrs. Lot
    And when she turned around.
    And if you've got no other choice
    You know you can follow my voice
    Through the dark turns and noise
    Of this wicked little town.

    Two summers ago, I believe... it was probably two summers ago? Or was it three?

    You and me, under the stars, the sky and the trees...getting into trouble, falling...who knows where...

    ripped pants, skinned knees, white teeth - wet kisses...

    i remember it like it was yesterday...

    what ever happened to us?

    I grew up, I went away, I didn't want to wait any longer.

    so you are there and I am here ...

    and we say our hallo's and ciaos...

    but nothing more...

    and this one...he's kept me away from you for so long...

    because, he is so good to me, he's so kind and so patient...

    I don't know what I would do without him.

    absolutely I think i'm in love...

    and what you could not give me, he throws in wholeheartedly...

    what a wicked little town....

    just you & me