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This Sullen Welsh Heart - 52
(I Miss The) Tokyo Skyline - 38 Running Out Of Fantasy - 14 (+) 30-Year War - 16 (-)
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On a cold mids morning the sun shone bright Upon a beautiful smiling five pound note Gazing at me, from the pavement Wet with love, it wasn't there I was dreaming, you always are I see the coins that were your eyes My eyes shining like sapphires I can't think, and I can't paint, I can't love! And no one will, for money makes us up Death to monetaries! Death to monetaries! Patsy The Dolphin Dog |
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