You say, "There goes your wanderin'..."
I say, "There it goes but I'm wandering still."
You have no idea.
Wandering is everyday you're not around.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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Murmurs, clicks, snaps. Lub-dub, lub-dub. To whom this may concern. It doesn't matter now. Lub-dub, lub-dub, it doesn't make sense. Just listen. Let the cardiac rehab begin...
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