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Late Of The Pier Fantasy Black Channel

Emotion you cannot define 20th century shine We're in and out for the count Having the shout before the drought A heartbeat, a flicker, a line (4)

Broken watches, feeling fractious I know you don't love it so Falling over, off the tyre I know it seems too far This garden is growing over This hard

We have all been wasting our time For sunlight There's only so much we'll take Far from the only live brown ocean (?) She was only biding her time Falling

run from what I've become And this life (like suicide) Runs at a lot of different speeds And I know they don't owe me anything Not after what I've done Late

Lately, I've been thinking this whole world seems to harm Now we're better off to underhand things But maybe, it was only the sun behind the clouds Making