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I often find myself in strange places; dark places usually,
and
places
where I wonder if I’ve worn But 'Who Would Have Thought?' I’d be standing in Chicago on the third floor of an old building on a busy street looking out the window at the spikes they put on corners of rooftops so pigeons don’t shit on our heads? 'Who Would Have Thought?' I’d be waiting for him? Like all
the other people in the room who are pulling out their shiny new CDs and
humming softly to themselves the songs that all in the room know word
for word I am waiting for Darren Hayes. And everyone is murmuring about
how many Gigs they have available on their cameras and I have no chair
or water. But if I move for a second the people behind me, already
Too Close For Comfort, will move in closer and the spot I’ve
been standing in for three hours will belong to someone else. |
