Monday, January 17, 2011

Senegal and goodbye

Why do you think I went north and south
Why do you think I went by
Why do you think I went north and south
Fly little one fly

Senegal and goodbye
Run before you finish the war
Don’t ever fuck with that door

I want you to win but not at that price
The smell of hospital pitch
Trickle of flies
You think you can –

Merl Fluin

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