Cold sore

Street lamps for old blankets and Santa steps in, two pints of mothers ruin and let Christmas begin but it’s brass monkeys out there and we’re nice and chill with a gallon of mulled wine on the inside window sill, still it could be worse that poser could be writing another shite verse but they…

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Studio five point five

I cannot see the bigger picture that you show me, see I stopped listening to the story and the fairy tales and don’t believe in the happy ever after no laughter escapes these lips see I was dead a thousand years ago but I didn’t know and went on living as if I was still…

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