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Wednesday, June 13th, 2001
[|indy|} everyone you date must have one redeeming quality that made you date them, right?
[0:21] [suffocate] hmmmm
[|indy|] well, if you date someone else, and they have other qualities, and they lack in the department of the quality that you dated the last person in.
[0:21] [suffocate] yeah
[0:21] [suffocate] that can happen
[|indy|] how do you find someone that has all of the qualities of everyone you've ever dated?
[|indy|] you're always going to miss something about someone
[0:21] [suffocate] yes
[0:22] [suffocate] that's right.
[0:22] [suffocate] you can search but you'll never find it.
[|indy|] and never be completely happy
[|indy|] so what's the point in dating at all?
[0:22] [suffocate] i don't know
[0:22] [suffocate] or you could get over missing things
[0:22] [suffocate] and experience things newly
[0:22] [suffocate] and appreciate them for what they are
[|indy|] but then you're never going to be perfectly content with who you're dating.
[|indy|] it could be anything from the quality of oral sex to the quality of their musical taste.
[|indy|] I guess basically no one's really happy.
[|indy|] and there's no point in going and searching for that "special someone". because they aren't out there.

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It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

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cutting is fun.
it really is.

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eat shit.

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