Monday, October 20, 2008

The Postal Service - Against All Odds

I'm getting tired. I can't hear what you're saying, but I know what you're doing very loudly. I can't see what you're hinting at, but you are continuously painting me a picture.


I don't need anything grandiose. In fact, I don't need any thing at all. I just need a name. I need a name. I need a name.

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