Me not us

Antibet

We'll build them all a shelter but keep it out of sight
It's much too nice round here for that besides it's not my fight
I love to travel far and wide high speeding is so good
But not through here my Beeching word has nipped it in the bud
I soar above the clouds for fun but not from number three
I'll use the peace that's lost from someone else instead of me
Remember what was there before you came to take your prize
You wouldn't have your perfect life without a compromise


Johnnie

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  • Author: Antibet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2019 15:38
  • Category: Unclassified
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