"Write down your dreams or you'll forget"
She told me when
Before the west was won
Before Birmingham
Before your dad was young
Or
Here is a story of three young people
A girl and
It happened in the afternoon
When soon enough was not too
Again to my door
The woman of rumour
Not yet reconciled
She wants
Hide your feelings
Hide from the postman
Or the night spent falling
We aren't kith or kin
No, we're not related
We made the
Cover
Secure me by the back door with my lover
Her charcoal
Middle age, it's all the rage
And it's my lifestyle option
I'm
Although I've been here before
You've got that thing I can't
I’ve been living in the fields
I’ve been sleeping in the
Please turn on your foglights
This is one Hell of your
Like Jesus through the looking glass
To Geraldine I make this
Another one escapes the wilderness
We're sure to follow
Though lovers be
Your Mum and Dad
Still at home still together
They finish the
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