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- From: mdw@db.TC.Cornell.EDU (Matt Welsh)
- Subject: Ode to AT&T, Sunday Night
- Message-ID: <1993Jan25.005801.11042@tc.cornell.edu>
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- Organization: Or, Lack Thereof
- Date: Mon, 25 Jan 1993 00:58:01 GMT
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- Ah, shut up
- You know your words are less than divine
- I've had a clue
- I'm more pink than you are blue
- Ganges waits, for there's your voice online
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- Get off the phone
- Cranky, mutter, slattern and despite
- I want to hang you up
- Little bells tinkle, "bye mom. okay, bye."
- I think you're talking about the weather, or something
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- You talk so low
- Making angels like rain like rolling in the snow
- Put your feet up here
- Lay in my bed and toss and turn
- Drive back, all the way, join the army
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- I'd like to stay
- Running me out like a ribbon, cut it up
- Yeah, that sounds okay
- I think we'll meet on Sunday
- Did you forget something, am I not here
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- Click
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- Matt Welsh mdw@tc.cornell.edu Cornell Theory Center
- "Donuts. Is there anything they can't do?"
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