When you want

There have been too many days like this days when I have starved for your kiss days full of bliss days that I miss when there have been too many days like this, To the overkill then to kill me and it will but not before too many more days like this…

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Sixty deaths an hour

We all stop running when the clock strikes done and we’re chained to the bike stands because we know they’ve won and the minutes move on after the moon, the sun, and the day of reckoning when the clock strikes done. In the sepia of sometime last year or it might have been twenty years…

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Box rooms

Soaked and wet through again and cardboard’s no defence when there’s rain again, wish I was in Spain again but that’s just a pipedream. It’s just another cold old story and we’ve heard it before in the shop door way with no way to get out. The Sun must be somewhere at the end of…

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