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version 2.2
...self indulgence...
...dead journal...
...poetry & artwork...
...friends...
...randomalia...
...rpg excursions...
...leave me alone...
...back where you started...
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...smalltown...
and every morning comes too soon
all your nights are sleepless
poison arrows
to ruin your tomorrows
below suspicion
cafes full of people dressed as spies
and all i know
is guilt for being different
it's always raining stones
there's a killer in the home
in a small town
everybody looks the same
there are unwritten rules
unspoken words
should i pack my fear and go?
i have to leave somehow
before they run me out of town
i have to leave somehow
chumbawamba
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