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Nothing under
The remained in the sun that day
And life isn't of surprises
You think you could in
Pop the wall in the middle of the night
Climb out of those boots and clothes
And into that blue
You're not even dipping toe
I this bed too big now
It's those people you see on the way to work
Stuck in an endless of traffic
Each one in their own car
of them coming from the same place
Going to the place
Going
They could quarter the of cars by sharing a lift
Go on the bus, wipe out all the
I should rid of this bed, get myself a cardboard box
No of space
No force of empty wasted space for body to create it's dent in
I miss back
back, how are you?
What are you up to? on okay?
off

Eighteen months ago moved in here
The scrap dealer to one side
And violinist to the other
Each morning wake to the same chorus
Of cookers and fridges being dragged on their sides across the
by ravel's bolero
At first was the best sound we'd ever heard

Hammer a six inch nail into my ear
a red hot poker up my nose
Make me walk on hot coals and glass
Gouge out my eyes a cocktail stick
Rip my off
The pain be so much easier than doing nothing to me at all

It was that dream again, I was on the table
There was bright lights, and laurence out of 'the marathon man' staring down at me
As they unbuttoned my coat and my sweater
And the shirt and the vest
And said "did die in here? "

So, whose bed you been sleeping in
Some poncey arsehole bet
I can see you
And it fucking
God, I want to buy you bagels and cream for breakfast
Run down the corner without my undies or socks on
Make some fresh coffee, hop into your warm bed
And have those chats I miss so
Another cigarette?
going to the pub later
God, good to see you
You cheer me up