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©2009 ~Lachtaube
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Ben, the two of us need look no more...
We... both found what we were looking for...
With a friend to call my own,
I'll never be alone!
And you, my friend, will see,
You've got a friend in me...
(you've got a friend in me...)

Ben, you're always running here and there...
You... feel you're not wanted anywhere...
If you ever look behind,
And don't like what you find!
There's one thing you should know,
You've got a place to go...
(you've got a place to go...)

I used to say... "I" and "me"
Now it's "us"... now it's "we"...

(I used to say... "I" and "me"...
Now it's "us"... now it's "we"...)
Ben, most people would turn you away...
I... don't listen to a word they say...
They don't see you as I do!
I wish they would try to!
I'm sure they'd think again
If they had a friend like Ben...
(a friend...)
Like Ben...
(like Ben...)

Like Ben......


RIP, MJ.

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Michael Jackson... Sad

Nice Mouse =,|

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"The wisest men follow their own direction."
~Euripides (484 BC - 406 BC)
:iconsaritadawolf:
WOAH MJ sung that song?

I sing it to my rats all the time. |D I'll be singing it with greater respect now, that's for sure.

Awesome tribute. The anatomy is spot on and I love the use of the blank background.

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"Oh! Oh! And you know what else I found on the web?! It's these pictures of cats and they write these- OH l-l-look at this one! Invisible cheeseburger! ...no, huh? Weeeeeell it's not for everyone; I just think they're funny. ANYWAY!"
- Dr. Doofenshmirtz
:iconsilver-winds:
:(

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While your reading my siggy you lost the game
:iconkipicus:
I used to have a rat that looked just like that. Her name was Rosie. I used to take her with me places and she would sleep on my shoulders, wrapping her self around my neck. She was also potty trained, I would lay down a generous stack of napkins and she would run down my shoulder and do her buisness on them, clean her self off and then crawl back onto my shoulders. She was so smart, and when she snored she would make a chirping sound... I loved her. R.I.P Rosie n' R.I.P Michael.
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amazin' rat c:
and i extend the sentiment about m.j.


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en · tro · py : A measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system.
a · lice : me ; lost in this wonderland
:iconlyquisste:
Wonderful contribution.

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Real people aren't perfect. Perfect people aren't real.
:iconbthslayr:
That's awesome... thanks
:iconmisstown:
aww..

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"How in hell are you going to recognize a legitimate holy man when you see one if you don't even know a cup of consecrated chicken soup when it's right in front of your nose?"

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