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fandomhighdorms2007-07-12 08:13 pm
The roof, Thursday afternoon
There was music everywhere. The song currently following her was vaguely disturbing, but at least it was danceable, so River had made her way to the roof, and now spun around the the music. For once it wasn't just in her head.
[open as a roof]
I count the corpses on my left, I find I'm not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it
I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads
I'll bomb them out from under the beds
But now I've got the running gun blues
River was spinning wildly, nearly losing her balance. At least the song got less worrying when she was dancing. Then it suddenly changed into something slower, making her change the style of her dancing.
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
So I better get away, better make it today
I've cut twenty-three down since Friday
But I can't control it, my face is drawn
My instinct still emotes it
I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads
I'll bomb them out from under the beds
But now I've got the running gun blues
River was spinning wildly, nearly losing her balance. At least the song got less worrying when she was dancing. Then it suddenly changed into something slower, making her change the style of her dancing.
Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
[open as a roof]

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