February 2012
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This Be the Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, ...
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the start
Calm at the top of the river’s head, only room for racing thoughts and heart beats – unintentional prayers. Ready—hands—set—wrists flick–row—
Lesson learned today: do not hesitate to buy tickets to shows you know you wanna see. Childish G is sold out ):
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