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At the first cutting light of August, many years ago, the world got the first glimpse of the entity known henceforth as Leon Yip. It decided to douse the aforesaid with sunshine, sweets, and loads of love.
Legend has it, so convicting were his words, that upon his request, the world agreed to revolve around him, forever, and ever, and ever.
Posted on: Thursday, September 18, 2008 Posted at: 7:49 PM
How many times have I posted the lyrics of this song? No doubt, its my favourite song. Once more couldn't hurt, in light of everything. (This isn't copied and pasted)
Time to lay claim to the evidence, fingerprints sold me out but our footprints washed away, from the docks down town. Its been getting late for days and I feel myself deserved of, a little time off, we've been kicking it for hours and just mouth out about the world, and how we know its goin' straight to hell. Pass me another bottle honey, the jaeger's so sweet, but if it keeps you around, then I'm down.
Meet me on, Thames street. I'd take you out though I'm hardly worth your time. In the cold, you look so fierce but I'm warming up, because the tension's like a fire.
We'll hit, south broadway in a matter of minutes and like a, bad movie I'd drop a line, fall in the grave I've been digging myself, but there's room for two, six feet under the stars.
I should've known better than to call you up, on a night like this, a night like this. If not for you I know I'd tear this place to the ground, but I'm alright like this, alright, I'm gonna roll the dice before you sober up and get gone, I'm always head over my heels.
Meet me on, Thames street. I'd take you out though I'm hardly worth your time. In the cold, you look so fierce but I'm warming up, because the tension's like a fire.
We'll hit, south broadway in a matter of minutes and like a, bad movie I'd drop a line, fall in the grave I've been digging myself, but there's room for two, six feet under the stars.
Time to lay claim to the evidence, fingerprints sold me out but our footprints washed away, I'm guilty but I'm safe for one more day. Over dressed and under aged (what a let down), do you really need to see an ID, this is embarrassing as hell (what a let down), but I can cover for it so well, when we're six feet under the stars.
