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December 17, 2004 It was a day that the cookie crumbled…detached, separated, alone from the familiar, wholesome, round figure and lay in a helpless, pathetic, sad heap of crumbs that could only be brushed away and never returned to the original shape. Crash And Burn The world will turn, at least that's what they say We'll crash and burn, it's hard to look away That kind of thing is easier to say than do How about we break with tradition? We'll pretend we're everything that you believe we're not But all in all, another fall won't even make a dent Aimee Mann (3:52 AM) ~`~
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