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Rick had a friend his name was Fred, but Rick constantly noticed him admiring his head Rick didn't care, he thought Fred was super cool But Rick was unwittingly being a fool One day Fred put him in a role, and then he ate Rick whole But much to his suprise Fred became tragically sick He now wished he hadn't eaten so much of Rick Fred suffered greatly and felt desperately alone He even tried to ring Rick on the phone He rang constantly in complete worry, Untill he realised he'd put Rick into t...

Going down, face to the ground Words that ignite, face to the light Going down, face the ground Words constrict then crawl around Lights twist and cry in sound The face in the ground The words will all fray, Twinkle and decay Going down, face to the ground Eyes whisper in sound Dreams beat underground Words fizzle and decay, And the lights can’t make it ok.

I put you in my pocket, that’s where you like to smile I need you in my pocket so I can stare at you for a while. And my thoughts are in my mirror when you need to get out It’s like you’ll never hurt when you’re inside out You’re in my pocket baby, and your tears sparkle up and down And I love your beautiful smile although you have that frown So I put you in my pocket, that’s where you like to smile I need you in my pocket so I can keep you for a while.

In a little damp corner A lonely light is lit People crowd in, living on drink Teach themselves not to think Return to a place they have to call home Scratching pain, sleep away this pain Teach themselves not to think Again Drink away this pain Teach themselves not to think Have a laugh and a drink Teach ourselves not to think Dream away this pain Drink away this pain Drink away this pain, Sleep away this pain Have another drink Teach ourselves not to think

There’s poetry in the high street, it hangs like a soft blanket in the air The words cling onto the lamp posts but I don’t think you seem to care There’s music at the seaside, waves form bubbles on the sand We watch. Watch the music being playful as you gently hold my hand There’s beauty at the bus stop, it creates sparks of golden lace As I watch the shiny formations a tear forms on your face. There’s poetry in the high street, it hangs like a soft blanket in the air, And lights twinkle in t...