.They found sixth-form poetry scrawled on the walls
On your old bedroom
And Friday night is going to free-fall,
Through Club Rust, angel dust and sweet perfume
And you remind me of some art-house black and white I saw
They'd coloured it with chalk
And are you wise? Wise bey.
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