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Sep 2015
All around nowhere
where the road never ends
bad drivers send me mad
thats about the time I get my lead foot
just speed up to leave them far behind
turn my radio up and like a shooting star
go right around the bend
and the juice goes down
pick up another friend
and sometimes knownon how to sing
thats when the bag goes off
and all I asked
was for her to read the ******* map
now getting buzzing in my ears
at a pitch that not nice
ant it a good job
I do not
drive.

:-)

P@ul.
P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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