So I Have This Dream, It Comes Like Twice In A Week
“It’s postcard, I’m settled, a pirate no moreA gypsy at most with no mortgageIt’s boring but in the most exquisite of waysNo carcinogenic and humdrum malaiseAnd it’s strange, all the things that I’ve run fromAre the things that completeness could come from“Gang Of Youths – Do Not Let Your Spirit Wane I was working on…
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