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Aug 2012
you are going to have to walk
or spend time on your own
my heart beats for the street and alleys
that i call home

roll on brummie boy
   roll on brummie boy
      roll on

yes i am that brummie boy called paul
that you talk of that likes my home
i have left my home but not have found that of you all speak of

roll on brummie boy
   roll on brummie boy
      roll on

so lay me down in a white shroud
shoot me with a canon ball
for i am not going this is what i call home

roll on brummie boy
   roll on brummie boy
      roll on

for people you don't know you are born
what do you know about the hammer and the knife
you don't know you are born
Paul Hardwick
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Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
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