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Mar 2011
I know a guy with a hazy red eye,
he speaks in old entish when he's too high.
six foot four from his hat to the floor,
He's watching the clock and he's watching the door.
With twenty five grams of tobacco
that he left wrapped up in his suitcase.
Afouneh

He rolled another joint and he said 'what's the point?
Moments and dreams are snuffed at the flip of a coin.'
I said 'don't act like you're cracked
I know you're better than that.
It's just some girls get off on dancing on a welcome mat.'
So, with a heavy heart and a headache
he soldiereed through his weekdays.
Afouneh

I know some guys in this cruel world
who see a pig ripe for taking
well, my friend don't eat bacon.
His homeland says that eating this meat is the wrong way.
Afouneh

He stumbled across the land and struggled to stand
with a shot in his back pocket and a bottle in each hand.
He shouts 'lads on tour!'
as his body hits the floor
but same time tomorrow he'll be ready for more.
He might look like he lost the plot sometimes
but you know that he's my boy blue anyways.
Afouneh.
Charlie Miles
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Charlie Miles
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