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They’re churning out the same old, same old and it’s getting on my tits in a file within a file we’re all just fuckin’ bits Well I can bite and I can growl howl at the moon and such so the same old, same old does not touch me not so much as it used…

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Who is Kelvin?

I miss them missed them kissed some of them loved all of them. Holy ghosts move the goalposts when it suits them. I’m listening to the fireworks at least something works in broken Britain…

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Crafting yachts

When my will has won and every pennant I fly signifies one more penance done it may be and I might be some time in the making, the bookies are taking ante post bets I never met a poor bookmaker don’t be fooled don’t let them take your money…

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Why Sunday?

Why not any day another day like yesterday and I won’t believe In Sunday, Doctor Juice. association by intent bent by the weight of the tablets Moses pops in for a consultation It’s all lies my spies inform me Jericho was long ago and of no import now and Jerusalem was way back then when…

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