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Aug 2015
come on
Baby

Home



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from out your dreamy madness

( madness ! )

you enter with the dawn

the rags you wear are stolen

from some dead man 'a bones


/:/


and the broken promises

And your ****** feet

Tell me plainly

Maybe you're the one

I've come to meet

)(;

dogs howl

Lovers moan

policemen shoot to ****

Them ain't got a home

""

Oh baby



•                       •

Hey  !

You out there

Do you know what's happening !

••

from out your dreamy madness

It's the dawn

The children are calling

It's time to go home
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Written by
jeffrey robin
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