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Baby you and me we were never quite so perfect
We had a lot of things uncommon, unalike
We were different, day and night
You like the dark and I’m like a bright light
One cannot fathom
The feelings of worthlessness
Not fully
Not the way the poor bit of rice at the bottom of the bowl does
No one wants it
Thailand the land of a thousand smiles
The air tastes like spices upon your lips
The distance feels like is extending miles
Gentle warmth is touching fingertips
The Eagle's Talons
When I was but a boy
On that day in '41
I had never seen a bomb
Nor had I seen a gun.
Father paid for my freedom
And he'd never let it be
That I would ever witness
Yeo boh say yo?
I say into the phone,
Quickly and quietly
But still the room grows silent
and I wonder
Bleached hair, sleeveless shirt,legs covered with a not-long-enough skirt.She’s bad, that girl.Rotten to core.You don’t have to get to know her,just look at what she wore
