Vacation

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By Cutie In A Death Cab •

Sometimes I need to run away Pack up and leave this place Stuff my wrinkled thoughts Into a big suitcase Go somewhere real far With infinite space Sort through my cluttered head At my own chosen pace I'll iron my emotions And fold my thoughts up nice Place my ideas all on hangers I'm sure this will suffice And when I'm done I'll come back Organized and precise And when I open up my suitcase You won't see a single vice So here I go, I'm leaving Don't wait up for me I've got a lot of work to do I'll see you when I'm free

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May 30, 2006 23:29Lovesick and Sick of It

Awesome... I wish I could do the same thing sometimes, just take some time to organize all the thoughts in my head... anyway, as I said, awesome