God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable
To the mortal man
We work our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe were gliding down the highway
When in fact were slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away.
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I just read all of your June posts in one go and I just wanted to say 'hi' and that I think of you and that I'm sorry about the cat and the clinic and the whole gnarly ball of wax. May 51 be a good number for you.
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