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   A great song from Doors. Figure it out o 05-Aug-03 k0201
     How about this one? Doors - the greatest 06-Aug-03 bluesgurung
       Ashutosh Tiwari with a Tooth-Ache Ash 06-Aug-03 rendra wasito

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k0201	Posted on 05-Aug-03 08:19 PM A great song from Doors. Figure it out on your own..Hehe I looked at you I looked at you, You looked me I smiled at you, You smiled at me And we're on our way, No we can't turn back, babe Yeah, we're on our way, And we can't turn back 'Cause it's too late, Too late, too late Too late, too late And we're on our way No we can't turn back, babe Yeah, we're on our way And we can't turn back, yeah C'mon, yeah! I walked with you, You walked with me I talked to you, You talked to me And we're on our way No we can't turn back, yeah Yeah, we're on our way And we can't turn back, yeah 'Cause it's too late, Too late, too late Too late, too late And we're on our way No we can't turn back Yeah, we're on our way And we can't turn back 'Cause it's too late, Too late, too late Too late, too late
bluesgurung	Posted on 06-Aug-03 12:08 AM How about this one? Doors - the greatest. People are strange People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange X3 People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange X3 When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange X3
rendra wasito	Posted on 06-Aug-03 12:20 AM Ashutosh Tiwari with a Tooth-Ache Ashutosh with tooth-ache was pacing in his Sifal house He cursed the wild wind outside the window, the wildly flying torn pieces of paper He cursed the pain-killers, the doctors the endless television commercials and news and plastic bag hanging on the top of the tree outside the window for a whole spring hanging there, flapping, never coming down and now, in tattrs, it pretends to have wings pravtising flying, in a good mood Alone he was pacing in the house Hebegan to curse his newly wed life wondering why sheis still not home. What is she doing outside This is uncomfortable age when chastity is as cheap as scandals of politicians At dusk, he was as tempestuous as a lion in a cage He was inpain and he wished to have all his teeth pulled out and smashed into pieces with hammer He began to curse everything associated with teeth: the gum, the tounge, the lips and the whole world linked to the head It had become completely dark Exhausted by this pain this pitiable person could not help but cry in pain, his face in his hands Tell him to think and dream of Dr. Ranjit Shamsher Jung Bahadur Rana as his next life DENTIST WITH A HATTI SIZE PLIER....