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| "For the rest of us there's always Sunday The day of the week that reeks of rest But all we do is catch our breath so we can wade naked in the bloody pool And place our hand on the BIG BLACK BOOK To watch the knives zig-zag between our aching fingers A vacation is a countdown T minus your life and counting Time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube and hope you get a taste" ~STONE SOUR~ |
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