Immediate download of Postscript in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire. All the money will go straight to Jeff (nobody takes a cut here), who will take said money and use it to make more music, that you will be able to download and (hopefully) pay for, and on and on the cycle continues....
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lyrics
It felt so tragic
to be left in the dark
suffering for the want of a punctuation mark.
I have been waiting
for what never comes
for some little consolation prize
just to see some tears in your eyes.
Now it ends.
We can’t be friends.
The only thing left to do
is throw away your photographs,
throw your letters in the trash,
forget I ever knew you at all.
You’re weaker by far
than I could have guessed.
To bulldoze me like you did with out once looking back.
You should have been there
while I fell apart,
and for my consolation prize,
you could see some tears in my eyes.
But, now it ends.
We can’t be friends.
The only thing left to do
is throw away your photographs,
throw your letters in the trash,
forget I ever knew you at all.
I built up this house
just to watch it burn down.
I need to know why,
but you don’t make a sound.
What to do with this empty room and broken glass,
but just send it all into the past.