To many times and tomorrows,
To make the dreamers real,
Maybe I'll have just one more drink,
Or maybe one more pill.
And all the same, of course,
In time,
Another gone insane,
And crime.
Hatred, love and nature too,
When no one wins,
We all must loose.
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Isolation what a lonely word, hearing it makes me lonely i'm a lonsome away where the dingoes do play by the campfire at night the pubs got no beer Hello sandra sorry about that just felt a bit lonely myself Warm regards allan