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The only place left to goIs inside my headAnd therebyOut of this worldBy Phil Roberts
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Tripping over words of trustCrawling backwardsBreathing dustMingling with the mental rustWell, if I mustIf I mustI'll march right through the gates of..
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Edges of shadowsIn the corners of eyesToo fast to seeIs it trueWhat you seeIs it meIs it realYou do not hear my voiceOr know the colour of my eyesYou ..
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"Well, Mr Roberts, what's the problem?""Me guts is bad again, Doc."So here we go again"Right, let's have a look, then...Does that hurt?""Nope.""That?"..
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A mind can burnSo white hotThat it bleaches the sensesAnd dislocates the soulDid you know that?And sleep can be terrifyingBecause of haunting dreamsDr..
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I used to work with a guyA good friend of mineHe was as sharp as anyone I knewNobody's fool at allWith laser eyes and brainHe missed nothingA hard and..
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When he was young he flewWith a gang of jackdawsWho had empty heartsAnd huge appetitesWithout mercy or remorseThey stripped their worldOf all that the..
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Sweet fragrancesJasmine and honeysuckleCurtains open and the sun looks inA smiling "Good morning,""At last," says he"Indeed," say IReturning his smile..
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As so oftenI find myself telling the same storyOf a reckless young manWho skated on thin iceWith every move and decisionA gambleA spin of the wheelRis..
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Yet again the rain.Once againwashing the colour from the day.Wet and liquid greycloudsobliterating the sun,preventing full daylight fromreaching this ..
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