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Hello It's me again It's the early hours and I'm slightly drunk And it's me again He has the sins of his mind Which keep him warm inside Amidst the weary and the wasted Such warmth keeps him alive Restless I've always been restless I hate to move yet I can't sit still Hours are endless There is a thrush inside his head An agony of wings Panic beaten thrashing A cage of singing things Anxious Still always anxious Even though I've slowed right down This edge is ageless Laying low and watching A million sub-plots hatching Paranoid and paranormal He scatters to survive By Phil Roberts
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:03 AM UTC
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Hello It's me again It's the early hours and I'm slightly drunk And it's me again He has the sins of his mind Which keep him warm inside Amidst the weary and the wasted Such warmth keeps him alive Restless I've always been restless I hate to move yet I can't sit still Hours are endless There is a thrush inside his head An agony of wings Panic beaten thrashing A cage of singing things Anxious Still always anxious Even though I've slowed right down This edge is ageless Laying low and watching A million sub-plots hatching Paranoid and paranormal He scatters to survive By Phil Roberts
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Jul 26, 2015
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