tastes like chicken

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Thursday, September 29, 2005

"in the morning"

In the morning,
In the morning
you be gone and I
be wishin', thinkin'

'bout all I be missin'
Words you said ring my ears
they be playin'
my mind, slippin' in
all day, all time
Wonderin' if it
was true what you said
maybe parts real
donno, maybe I should see
what you are, what
you mean to me
I wanna believe
Want it to be you
But then again
maybe not, maybe

they just dreams in
my head, thoughts unsaid.
Roll over, feel the the place
you left my bed.

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