Sunday 7 November 2010

Ophelia’s song

When I fall in love I get dizzied. I fall out there's just dirt to dish, a memory to drown me in. Still, can't regret my big scene, though I acted the fool my double become a real has-been. Now that we say our goodbyes, no need for rushing crocodiles, crocodiles. When I fall in love I get dizzied.

I fall out there's just dirt to dish, a memory to drown me in. Tried my best to act cool, through the roughest weather had no queues. Still, can't regret my big scene, though I acted the fool my double become a real has-been. Be there! (then I would say) funny, how you become what you've seen too much of, so I might have been. Now that we say our goodbyes, no need for rushing crocodiles, crocodiles.

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