A heart that’s Full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills - TopicsExpress



          

A heart that’s Full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won’t heal You look so tired-unhappy Bring down the government They don’t, they don’t speak for us I’ll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide And no alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent This is my final fit My final bellyache No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises please Such a pretty house And such a pretty garden. No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises please
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 05:48:06 +0000

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