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24 February 2008

What I would do with a time machine

I'd go here. I'm sure I could trade my time machine for a ticket.


The city's a flood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust

I'll show you a place
Where there's no sorrow and there's no shame
Where the streets have no name.
Sometimes these guys make me cry. It's all I can do.