Safe in a small world
Embrace these fourteen days
Absorbed in a
I fell out kicking screaming
Three quarters through the twentieth century
Into
The dinosaurs are coming home
They'll breathe again when the kings
Folk songs can tell us tales about the times we
I don't care if it rains today
I've nowhere to go
A boy sits and talks to a little red book
Alone
Hey there!
Said the man with the can of diet cola
Could you take some wood
Some screws and tools
Sketch some plans
And
See these furrowed lines that eat my face
And this bitter
Smoke in the dark makes me ask
Why canât I feel
I, think of â39 and folk just like me
Torn, from
It's passed some timeSince we've passed timeI'd like some timeTo
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