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Nov. 20th, 2001 10:30 amDante tells me: Loneliness whispers desperate measures, Baby don't make no fast moves -- tonight
Shelby asks: What da hell's wrong with living without the blues?
Rose says: This is a long, split night
Nina asks: Where did I go wrong, did I wait to long or can I make it right?
Shelby asks: What da hell's wrong with living without the blues?
Rose says: This is a long, split night
Nina asks: Where did I go wrong, did I wait to long or can I make it right?