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Monday, August 29, 2005

 
Saw you, / and when I saw you / I thought "This is real, / this is real!" / Kissed you, / and when I kissed you, / I whispered "Forever, / forever!"

*****

It's / only springtime, / oh, you're too young to say you're through with love.

*****

Rain falls / like Elvis tears. / Oh no, / no sugar tonight. / Out on the high street, / dim all the lights and / cry coloured tears again. /

*****

He's gone, / he's gone. /

She wears sad jeans / torn at the waistband. / Her pretty face / is stained with tears. / And in her right hand / she clasps a letter; / I know this means / that he has gone. /

And in this town / of mis-guided tourists, / she never thought / she'd fall in love. / It was a few days / after her birthday, / The thrill hostess / gave her first kiss. /

He said her skin / smelled just like petals, / said stupid things / he knew she'd like. / She said her life / was like a motorway: / Dull, grey, and long / 'til he came along. /

He's gone, / he's gone. /

I said "How could / he ever leave you? / You two were good, / you were so right." / She said "I wish / that he just left me; / He'd be alive, / alive tonight." /

He's gone, / he's gone. / He's gone, / he's gone. / He's gone, / he's gone.
 

Greta Garbo, quem diria, foi parar no Irajá as 8:04 PM