My kindom has broke to pieces
When i pass i can see it in peoples faces.
Tho those tears might dry tomorrow,
What am I to make of today?
Fuck its same shit difrrent day......
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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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- Credit Crunch and nothing to tell, room with otu ...
- anotherday, another broken bit, another lost memo...
- to be rote.
- to be rote.
- Aye dead on.
- Weird how times go i thought you soudl know i stil...
- Who the fuck are you tonight?
- Play it just one more time, go on mate.
- What do you say?
- How do you know if its realy a cry for help? how d...
- When are Fridays all there cracked up to be?
- Thrusdays Blues.
- Monday blues.
- Bein bold for the sake of it.
- Were did the good times go?
- how do you know its really a cry for help?
- how do u no if its a cry for help?
- You stay here while i carry my cross.
- bourboncreams & bad dreams, im missin my shadow im...
- riot on a empty street while your heart doesnt mis...
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- 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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