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    on Thursday, March 17, 2005



    The camera pans the cocktail glass,
    behind a blind of plastic plants;
    I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.
    then you know I can't remember a damn thing.
    I think it's one of those de ja vu things,
    or a dream that's tryin' to tell me something.
    Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it.
    I don't know, I doubt it.
    Subterranean by design,
    I wonder what I would find if I met you,
    let my eyes caress you,
    until I meet the thought of Missess Princess Who?
    Often wonder what makes her work.
    I guess I'll leave that question to the experts,
    assuming that there are some out there.
    they're probably alone, solitaire.
    I can remember when I caught up
    with a pastime intimate friend.
    She said, "Bet you're probably gonna say I look lovely,
    but you probably don't think nothin' of me."
    She was right, though, I can't lie.
    She's just one of those corners in my mind,
    and I just put her right back with the rest.
    That's the way it goes, I guess.

    Baby you send me
    Set adrift on memory bliss of you

    Careless whisper from a careless man,
    a neutron dance for a neutron fan;
    marionette strings are dangerous things,
    I thought of all the trouble they bring.
    An eye for an eye, a spy for a spy,
    rubber bands expand in a frustrating sigh.
    Tell me that she's not dreaming.
    She's got an ace in the hole,
    it doesn't have meaning.
    Reality used to be a friend of mine,
    'cause complete control, I don't take too kind.
    Christina Applegate, you gotta put me on.
    Guess who's piece of the cake is Jack gone?
    She broke her wishbone and wished for a sign.
    I told her whispers in my heart were fine.
    what did she think she could do?
    I feel for her, I really do.
    And I stared at the ring finger on her hand,
    I wanted her to be a big PM Dawn fan,
    but I had to put her right back with the rest.
    That's the way it goes, I guess.

    Baby you send me...
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    Carina
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