Monotone, monosong
Friday nights are all the same.
My body embodies irony
As the pressure of nothing grows.
Lyrics all sound the same
In the space of the nothing.
Though in the minor key
Comfort, for someone feels the same.
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Posted by Stevo on Saturday, May 10, 2008 at 12:55 AM.
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Updated by Stevo on May 26, 2008