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The Page, once blank and pure,
Now filled with hate and rage.
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I came upon a castle once
Whilst walking on The Beach
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Introduction - It Has Begun Twice round the buffalo and once round the gazelle there was a young Monkey who wasn't very well.
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Mood swings and roundabouts I don't know my whereabouts See-saw symptoms, ups and downs
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MP3 - homepage.ntlworld.com/danabouk/Grimey-ASBO-Boss.mp3
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21 Years of nothing but tears
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You ignorant bitch, I can't wait to get a hold of you
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I'm lonely, in name only, I'm the only one Alone I try and figure out where I went wrong And only if I'd have known I'm not the only one I could
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All of the pain that I thought I dealt with
Comes flooding back with the feeling I can't live
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People, we know we grow like dope to lace a rhyme
Who do you turn to when you want to waste your time?
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In a sense I'm innocent
In a sense I'm not
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Nothing lasts forever
Nothing really matters
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Every now and then, history repeats
The same trials and tribulations
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I'm a living cliche', it's all been said
Every thought, every word and every tear shed
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When you've got pubic hair in your teeth
And you're tongue is hurting
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Have you ever pissed yourself and passed out?
Blacked out when you were staggering about?
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In Collaboration with http://www.allpoetry.com/The Boss
Can you hear the whisper of the voices in your head?
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Skid-marks in your boxers
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Scroll up, inbox, one message received
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Come with me unto darkness and I will show you light
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Simple Paranoia. That's what it's called. Simple. They're coming for ya! Walk down the High Street, on the way to the Off License For a
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And it's just one of those days
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Oh Dear Lord I, need to pull myself together
Thought you and I, would be one forever
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If I you could roll a dice
To determine your life
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I send you this message, My dear Valentine. I love you my Buttercup, I worship your shine. When I first met you, A visit from the divine. <B
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This is a message to all those I've lost
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Too much thinking not enough thought
You would have thought I taught
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Life's a mess, everyday brings a struggle
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The skies look empty because the stars are on the ground
What you're looking for can be found, take notice, look around
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Dee P versus Purptionary™
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Purptionary™ versus The Boss (Ghost Chant)
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Dank and dense, drastically dreary,
Laced with mists, a frightful fog
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Rigid rocks atop of stone,
Cold to touch and laced with bone.
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