No time to fuck
But you like the rush And where would we Be without sums Deals we make Brown paper bag makes for a hat When it rains on Your head mate Cheers for that
When the world stops for snow When you laugh I'm inside Your mouth Baboons and birds Sucking the sun With the weight of you dear I forgot.
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