Roll on
Your pity sets the bar so high
I can't believe
i know it only happened cos i couldnt stop drinking
it
Ran out of limbs on our big day
We left our
If I must play a part in this mess
There are
Not much of an incident:
A couple of fists in the
Mark Foley was right - there are no ghosts in
Come alone
Yes
Why put the body where the body don't want
Small bones small bodies, sink into semantics
The slightest excuse -
Made a living from contract bridge
Boring, but magnificent
Surely you're amazed
Wading through the chaos to where the crones sit,
It’s where
Tales are told of terrible men
Of anger, poise and pride
She's
Woody was a wizard
Janie was an elf
And when they got
God damn it’s gonna rain
I only brought my socks
The night
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