Saturday 22 September 2007 photo 4/4
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I'm trying to put this thing to bed I drugged it in it's sleep There isn't many memories I'm comfortable to keep This ball keeps rolling on It's heading for the street Keep expecting you to send for me Tte invitation never comes Each time I turn around There's nothing there at all So tell me why I feel like I'm up against a wall But maybe it's a false alarm And every answer sounds the same Just colours bleeding into one that hasn't got a name Maybe I can't see Maybe it's just me
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