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Do it to Julia not me I need what I need make no martyr of me that's that spine tap the camel's back love won't conquer the march of the lumps in your blood ain't no get out of jail free file in the cake always out of reach just staring at your solipsistic feet at the unknown unknowns beneath turn that bone marrow frown upside down big day top hat and tails I do you're left alone with the bird song bum notes you're left alone with the crow bar rainbows as away he floats
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Efit
02:24
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Efit from the paper raps at your door and with one flick of his wrist you’re dead and you’re gone
What were you doing this time last week? Oh you were planning your holidays
And now you’re wrapped in flex and black tape
Big fat heart in aspic dogs will lick you from the track as your legs turn to suet looks like you’re not coming back
She was the be all and end all that morning, on her silver wheels returning
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Big C
02:29
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When Big C is coming through, dirty knees grovelling in the pews, why make yourself look so cheap?
2 generations, 1 boneyard, kill 2 stones with 1 bunch of flowers, internalise, smoke out the grief
Be a shark, be a lobster, don’t have to die not unless they catch you, live it up and bottom feed
I got you down, I got your tell, you’re doing it now, give me both barrels, when you’re a goner, you know, pecked to bits by a flock of white coats, when you’re a goner you just know
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D.C.B.
02:48
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Craw into the coal shed,
back legs buggered
Rattled on the heap,
Said that’s it for me I’m dust I’m a dirty word
Bees inside my bed box
a tick in my brain
Fist of flies knocked me down and now I just can’t bear to remain,
With my irises bulging
So call me in with my festering fixed grin
Call me in I’d be fucked if I knew how you
were feeling
Petrify my tongue and fossilise my lungs,
composted to fuck on the shore of pandemonium
So call me in with my fading fixed grin
Call me in I’d be fucked if I knew how you
were feeling
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