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miércoles, 29 de septiembre de 2010

What was it I saw in new york? I’m not the same anymore. How will I hide these feelings inside. Call my girl on the phone. Neon lights shine bright. Taxi cabs glide by.Aeroplanes they fly, high up in the sky. Pretty girl says hi...What’s the worst job you’ve had? What do you read? What’s driving you mad? Met the cigarette girl- took a note of her charms. But no cigar. Met the indie-cool queen. Took me out of the bar and showed me the scene. My little girl I can’t find. She’s five hours behind. It’s the singer not the song. Something’s gone wrong. Said the spider to the fly. Do I like this girl? It’s such a big world I like the tone of her voice. I loved the sound of her voice. When I get back to london from outer space Will it fall into place? I’ll hold onto my smile. Find my girl in a while. Look myself in the face.Don’t know what you see. Am I playing in your movie? You’re in my magazine.Are you talking to me? Chickfactor

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