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Space travel’s in my blood / And there ain’t nothing I can do about it / Long journeys wear me out but / I know I can’t tweet without it

the more i tweet you / the more i want you / somehow this feeling / just grows and grows

rise up this morning / smiled with the rising sun / three little birds / tweet by my door step

darling you got to let me know / should i tweet or should i go? / if you say that you are mine / i’ll be here ’til the end of time

well sometimes i go out, by myself, and i tweet across the water
and i read all the things, of what you’re doing, and in my head i paint a picture

i could have been someone / well so could anyone / you took my tweets from me / when i first found you
i kept them with me babe / i put them with my own / can’t twitter all alone / i’ve built my dreams around you

In my copious spare time I’ve invented two Twitter-based games. The first, TwitLyrics, is a game for one (but everyone else has to watch, obviously). The rules are easy. Simply twitter your favorite lyrics, replacing words with ‘Twitter’ or ‘Tweet’ to taste.

I suggest only doing this once a day to avoid being bludgeoned to death by irate Twitter followers.

There’s no winner (only losers!).

I played all last week. Here’s what I came up with…

Tuesday

The moment i wake up / before i put on my makeup / i tweet a little tweet for you

Wednesday

but i would tweet 500 times / and i would tweet 500 more / just to be the man that tweets 1000 times / to fall down at your door

Thursday

Oh, Mama, can this really be the end / To be stuck inside of Mobile / With the Twitter blues again

Friday

Alison, I know this world is killing you / Oh, Alison, my tweet is true

I’m grateful to follower @mweller, who responded to this last one with:

@andypowe11 - ‘Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from tweeting/ when I hear the silly things that you say’ (not really of course)

which put me fairly and squarely in my place. I’ll get my coat…