Wednesday, October 19, 2011
there aint a woman that comes close 2u
I couldnt sleep the other night because ANGIE was playing in my head over and over. I could hear every part just as clearly as if the song had been playing from speakers in the room. I laid there trying 2 determine who the piano player was. The piano sounded extra-beautiful, like if u were tripping, u would think there was maybe a deep meaning to it, or some hidden secret message that could heal the world.
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that version of Angie was knockout.
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