Tag: freedom
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Farseer
I’m a farseer, see myself in a four seater farting into open air Music loud as Wacken Open Air, windows waxy blunt taxi over to the left Everyone asking for a lift, everyone asking for a hit Some of them asking with their lips Some of them asking with their hips Don’t look right at…
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Woman from the town
Woman from the town Last house row of three Baxter Street Leased for years, Elise the landlord Is divorced and living overseas, happy To have it occupied and making piece; House like that not bad not great, nice little earner, No boast to it nor toast at signing but free of mother, Like Turner mollycoddled…