rufus wainwright
The mind has so many pictures
Why can't I sleep with my eyes open
The mind has so many memories
Can you remember what it looks like when I cry
I'm trying, trying to tell you
All that I can in a sweet and velvet tongue
But no words ever could sell you
Sell you on me after all that I have done
I heart him and his voice.
A really great Wimbledon that suddenly isn't so great. Oh Henin!
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