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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