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Feb 2013
Head bowed to feed the floor
(what else do you want from a broken man )
Crack's in my pavement
Find these pacing my skull
(What did you expect from eyes that fire forgot to light)
The same is the same
Dull
Grey
Old
This self pity is a fighter thats lost the way
A fighter
Gone the cause
Accepted to the future
This life
A life that's shut the door
The path is long
I see no end
A call from a friend
A nod from a stranger
Bow
I say
Don't let them see  
Your eyes
Embarrassed by my fallen
The grey is in the sky
andy fardell
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