Scunthorpe Shirt Potato
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Scunthorpe Shirt Potato
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This isn't for eyes!
This isn't for eyes!
This isn't for us!
This isn't for you!
This isn't for eyes.
This ought to hurt you
Tell all of the club
Sit down and die
Alone
This ought to walk
To say
We lie
Is all away from eyes
Piss all away our time.
We are
Terrible and we should
Shut it all away
Shut it all away
Shut it all away
Shut it all away
Take the blood sound away for all time crying.
Time has seen my name wither away
We all burn in the eye called time.
Times are slowly changing...
Eyes are slow healing...
Tongues are set wagging...
Salt marshes calling...
Symbiotic.
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