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Wednesday, 12 September 2007

The Word is an Ugly Bribe

Talk about the money of love

It's all coming to you in prison/language

Count it in jail

Hurt it in spite

Feel the pride

Do the time

It does you

A service

A dis

The word is an ugly bribe
Posted by IAIN '..' CAMPBELL at 16:18
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