Brexit at Tiffanys,
It's not me, it's you.
It's not us.
It isn't that it couldn't of been.
It's just something I can't explain.
Rubbish, dancing with the wind.
Trying to shower away a life of sin.
A fight, you'll never win.
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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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- 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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