There's a message that's been left in the long grass...
It's just a matter of time a figure of speech...
When you're down to the last skin And the limelight...
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(dick/simmonds/usher/boult) If you really knew how i felt, You wouldn't...
There's something i have to tell you Before it's too...
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence I...
We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge Interlocked...
When the taxis gather in mock solemnity. Funeral hearses court...
He works shifts, days in the factory, prints chips for...