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Gerry Wall
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Stalin and Babba Louey
I was drinking cappuccino In a café found in themes Watching Stalin and Babba Looey Miss the point on what life means Dreams that invite you to move in When your living spirit warns Northern Dancer got the roses Jesus got the thorns
These days are like a sprocket And I am like a chain There's precious little time before Those teeth come 'round again
Imaginations formed in suburbs Garbage in your streams We delegate emotions Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com & other people's dreams Judged by the colour of your stole Or what you drive around – excusez! 'Til you find that times when minds meet Are scarce as common ground.
From a future without limit In the brazen zeal of youth To the towers where the toothless Write the third draft of the truth
Maybe life is just a factory That packs meaning into time And you are just a vision I hope to hold as mine
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