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My photos didn't attract the right attention
Because they don't go for interesting
You were fucked off when the cards were laid
And so you'll have bad dreams along these lines:
On the suburbs of Milton Keynes,
[?] says Michael Barrymore,
masturbating. Alive
And I'm right off my face
And a bit loopy
Out of the loop
Far out of you, far out of happiness
I've always liked the idea
I've always liked the idea of synchronicity
On the other side of the cinematic sheet,
an 18 year old writes
And the irony is always unfound
I want a girl who will wrestle me
And let me win
Who I can talk to about anything
About anything
