jonathan marshall Biography

Back ally i see you
my hands are in pocket
smug smile
streets in winter i see you
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Backwards man in a shack
looking over days gone by
chill winds that blew
through the dwellings rotting timber
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One day we will all die
so lets enjoy it to the full
don't just sit back and eat till your full
get out there
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rotting core of the hollow tree
it twists and creeks
an owl hoots never ending
an icy blast hits the fragile tree
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the icy winds hits my warm face
i turn around to avoid that icy blast
i push my hands in me pocket just for luck
i rush in shop shaking to the core
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