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Round our way They lurk in doorways Catch a couture newspaper bed place And just like any morning in any weird town what kind of world holds its people upside down? Did you watch the hundred kids tv shows? Even in the shop couldn't stop his beard grow And how many rodents , could fit in this lift? So what if you wanted to paint your own lips ? I dream of shoes that don't fit and mouths that don't spit and roads with no grit And great grated cheddar did you ever try- Spin drie

I'm candlelit in the caravan , It's raining heavy knocks on the door, The rats have chewed gaps , in my shoes and my scraps, and left footprints all over the walls. 'I came to this lonely place to find The voice of my heart', she wept in rhyme- The undergrowth hides The secrets of tribes, a sequence of lives I'm speaking my lines , I'm seeking to strive An' I'm creaking my bones never felt together til I was alone. The secrets of stones the hours I roam, no streetlights to gr