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Keys
Nov 8, 2009 13:40:41 GMT 1
Post by jaywicksfine on Nov 8, 2009 13:40:41 GMT 1
Keys
If I’m falling out with keys Then I’m not getting into things And the place I want to be Is where the door so freely swings Pick pick pick When I rocked up It was locked up Intrude bemused With goals confused Pick pick pick It’s the doorstep blues night As she’s coming into my sight Pick pick pick The mail got an invite And so did the milk The paper… a dog bite The milkman’s guilt Pick pick pick How did I lose my handle What is.. a mingle.. mangled And why the Jingle Jangle My minds a vandal..Lies in what
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