Talking over trains
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It was here this morning
Sunday, when I was even born
They are marked on the map in red
Ripper
From Mountain Tops to Valley Floors
Of Twisted Fingers and Twisted Hearts
Cutting Honey
Cracks are appearing everywhere
Homage to Spike Milligan, May His Aim Never Falter
And Cats Shall Run Over Cars
I hear dirty geese coming in like Stukas
Central Line
Someone has stolen the buttercups and daisies
I dare you to dare me to dare you to dare me
Basically, I don't give shit
Frogs and Toads
I am finished for the day
Do you believe in Dog?
I celebrate my corruption
Sorry your upload is illegal
My love, slicing bread and butter, pouring tea
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