Hole in the soul
Against the tide
9 to 5 blues
Dead mans shoes
But that's alright
Because we can't sleep at night.
Up all night we got demons to fight.
The call of the void keeps us awake.
The bitter taste of a wanted loves
Like bitter lemonade.
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The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
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About Me
- Crappo the Clown
- East Belfast, United Kingdom
- I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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