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2002-01-20 05:02:46 (UTC)

whispers at the bus stop

I’ve been listening to the song, “Found out about you” by
the gin blossoms over and over. I had to find out who wrote
it, the lyrics are so wonderfully written and sad, but in a
beautiful, lost way. I was upset to find out that the man
who wrote this song, Doug Hopkins, committed suicide. A
long time ago I guess. I didn’t know you, but I love what
you gave of yourself in your music, and I’m glad you’re at
peace.

All last summer in case you don't recall
I was yours and you were mine forget it all
Is there a line that I could write
Sad enough to make you cry
All the lines you wrote to me were lies
The months roll past the love that you struck dead
Did you love me only in my head?
Things you said and did to me
Seemed to come so easily
The love I thought I'd won you give for free
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Rumors follow everywhere you go
Like when you left and I was last to know
You're famous now and there's no doubt
In all the places you hang out
They know your name and know what you're about
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you
Street lights blink on through the car window
I get the time too often on AM radio
You know it's all I think about
I write your name drive past your house
Your boyfriend's over I watch your light go out
Whispers at the bus stop
I heard about nights out in the school yard
I found out about you


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