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Aug 2018
So we've run out of money
And I just don't know what to do
I feel I've gotta keep running
Straight in to the abyssal blue

No, waves don't hurt me
They cradle me in peace
My thoughts then desert me
The reef laid is my wreath

Work for your freedom
But soon they take it away
One cup of tea sir, ok,
But that will cost you a day

Notes in my pocket
But I don't sing no tune
My time is broken
Oh honey, honey, where are the blues?

In this tin beetle
Staring at a sea of red
Every person I've seen now
We share whats been said

Walking through the woods
Calmed by natures melody
I would if I could
I'd swing high with the trees

Maybe I should now
I'm a number and they don't lie
Tears of my loved ones
A guilty lullaby

Oh baby, baby,
I'm looking for you
They've taken my time
Whats left is for you.

Creak on through the door
Sorry I was so long
These thoughts to be destroyed
For you I need to be strong
Written by
Samuel Champney  27/M/UK
(27/M/UK)   
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