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Down Under
The mournful nights I sleep alone
Are often ones I miss the most,
Realising the mess I'm in,
Recognises time before the din,
When all was well and good
Now I lay with pounding heart,
Unsure of what comes after dark
The mournful nights I sleep alone
Are often ones I miss the most,
Realising the mess I'm in,
Recognises time before the din,
When all was well and good
Now I lay with pounding heart,
Unsure of what comes after dark
Still experimenting nothing exciting really
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