How do you win this? Or is it programmed to be impossible to win?
― internet handle, Thursday, 1 July 2004 09:42 (twenty years ago)
― Tuomas (Tuomas), Thursday, 1 July 2004 09:59 (twenty years ago)
― Vic Fluro, Thursday, 1 July 2004 10:01 (twenty years ago)
― Jonathan Z. (Joanthan Z.), Thursday, 1 July 2004 10:07 (twenty years ago)
― Bela Lugosi's Dad, Thursday, 1 July 2004 11:43 (twenty years ago)
He:Write it on a sheet of armourWrap it round your heartShe:If only I'd been born beautifulInstead of smartHe:They can give you what you wantBut never what you needShe:Is this pity if it hurts youSo much so see me bleed
Chorus:And all the things you thought were so important didn't matter anywayThe things you need you found you threw away (x2)
He:Look into my eyes reflectionTell me what you seeShe:The day your life is perfectThen you can lecture meHe:You could be so beautifulIf you'd let someone inShe:I can give you fifteen minutesCan you show me everything?
Chorus
(Is that going to be moderated out of existence, too?)
― My New Identity (kate), Thursday, 1 July 2004 11:51 (twenty years ago)
― VengaDan Perry (Dan Perry), Thursday, 1 July 2004 13:31 (twenty years ago)