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Nov. 12th, 2003 11:27 am1914-1918 MARCHING SONG
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
The angels they sing ting-a-ling-a-ling
They hold the goods for me.
O death where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
O grave thy victory?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
I have a headache. Nothing terrible, but there's this annoying stabbing pain behind my right eye which makes it hard to concentrate. *grr*
Don't know how I'm ever going to finish all this on time.
*sigh*
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
The angels they sing ting-a-ling-a-ling
They hold the goods for me.
O death where is thy sting-a-ling-a-ling
O grave thy victory?
The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a-ling
For you but not for me.
I have a headache. Nothing terrible, but there's this annoying stabbing pain behind my right eye which makes it hard to concentrate. *grr*
Don't know how I'm ever going to finish all this on time.
*sigh*