Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Monday, 13 August 2012
99. Minor Majority
You say that you wanna slowly come down
From the self - proclaimed clowns
The dreams that we both had were that on
The minor majority
Shit happens - it brings us down.
The live - in life of the Gateacre
Means less that the singular other
Two eggs gone
And another life is torn
Yet we all just move on.
For to prove
My love to you
For to prove
My love to you.
You tell me all that shit
Well to you, that was a minor hit
For to prove
My love to you
For to prove
My love to you.
Was but a minor thing,
But to agree is discipline.
For to prove
My love to you
For to prove
My love to you.
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