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On the Tube The great city that is London ,Connecting,Making it possible for the masses to get everywhere,Commuting. Going here, there and everywhere,People are like ants,Non-stop movement,Seems a little pants Yet without the inhabitants what wo
I know it's not right, I know its not fair, Every time you look that way, I just can't bare You flick a switch, becomes so bright Only you can douse the flames of desire,
Will it take for me to become a martyr words for you understand my craft? To die before my time; leaving behind a casket lined with the pages of my life The explanation of my sacrifice
Let me write till my fingers are numb,
because I must because I love it because I'm clever because the world needs to hear me. Because I want the world to hear me. Yes. No? Maybe. Because.