| Last week i had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there never any mystery on who shot john f kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove
Slightly bored and severely confused
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
And became famous on that day in november
And then last night i had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where concerns about the world getting warmer
The people thought they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in november
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping
Dont wake me i plan on sleeping in
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| Conversation at work ...
B: Hey what's for lunch?
C: Wanna go Micky D's (McDonalds)? I want some McNuggets.
B: Yea sure, I can get the McFish.
All: ... "McFish?"
C: You mean Filet-O-Fish?
B: Shut up, everything they have is Mc-something. You Mc-Nerd!
HAHAHAHA!
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"A melody is like seeing someone for the first time. The physical attraction. Sex.
But then, as you get to know the person, that's the lyrics. Their story. Who they are underneath. It's the combination of the two that makes it magic."
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I am a misanthrope !!!
BACK OFFFFFFFFFFFFF !!!
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