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Jun 2017
when im tired
i cant keep up the pretence
that im like you
i fluff my lines
miss my cues
lose all the nuance
that helps me play human
revert to form
become bemused
begin to despise
everything you do
seen through my eyes
you become see through
a self serving disguise
'cause if i could see you
id eat you alive
dedicated to miss ann throppy
Joey Jo Jo Jnr Shabadoo
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Joey Jo Jo Jnr Shabadoo  Liverpool
(Liverpool)   
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     Star BG, victoria, --- and Shane Lee
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