Blurty for saint rita of casia.
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| Tuesday, August 17th, 2004 |
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I love Peter, Paul, and Mary. I keep listing to this song, perhaps that is why I'm so sad. "If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four, Lord I'm 500 miles from my home. 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home. Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can't go a-home this a-way This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord I can't go a-home this a-way. If you miss the train I'm on you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles" I'm all packed up and ready. Yea. I can't wait. "Susie, shut it. Just put your big girl Marc Jacobs' pumps on and deal with it. It can't be worse than Tusk!" |
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Blurty for saint rita of casia.
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