4:25 a.m.
May 03, 2007
waiting alone for lightning to strike
so nicely in the top of my head
follow that thunder wherever it goes
with hopes that i'll soon be dead
and i've got my metal pole and my tinfoil shoes
and i'm chasing the raindrops as they fall
no one will listen to me as i'm sayin'
goodbye, goodbye to you all!
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