It's you damn it, it's you.
That's who, yes you.
It's always you, none else would do.
Who else would know, who but you could show
It's you I wish would answer the call.
It's you who picks up after the fall
It's you.
(I apologise if this seems obvious, but sometimes I just worry about whether any one is actually listening to anything)
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
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