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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 over the wall in the of the night
Climb out of those heavy and clothes
And that cool blue
You're not dipping your toe
I find bed too big now
like those people you see on the way to work
Stuck in an endless queue of
Each one in their own car
Half of coming from the same place
to the same place
Going
They could the amount of cars by sharing a lift
Go on the bus, out all the cars
I should rid myself of this bed, get a cardboard box
No waste of
No force of empty wasted space for your body to it's dent in
I miss your
You're back, how are
are you up to? getting on okay?
off

Eighteen months ago they in here
The metal dealer to one side
And violinist to the other
morning we'd wake to the same chorus
Of cookers and fridges being dragged on sides across the concrete
Accompanied by bolero
At this was the best sound we'd ever heard

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

It was that again, when I was on the table
There was bright lights, and laurence olivier out of 'the marathon man' down at me
As they unbuttoned my and unravelled my sweater
And the and the vest peeled
And "did something die in here? "

So, bed you been sleeping in then?
Some poncey arsehole bet
I can see you
And it fucking
God, I to buy you bagels and cream cheese for breakfast
Run down the corner shop without my or socks on
Make some coffee, hop back into your warm bed
And have those I miss so much
coffee? cigarette?
Fancy going to the pub
God, it's to see you
You always me up