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Mental Notes
Under the Wheel
They said you were bright
Had stars in your eyes
They said you were bright
Had all the ideas in your head
Under the wheel
For all those years
Under the wheel
For all those tears
But now they all stand back and shout
"Go on, you creep! Go on, get out!"
Oh my God, what are they on about?!
And I think I'll get on back home to my mother
Yes, I think I'll get on back home to my mother
Yes, I think I'll get on back home to my mother
It doesn't seem real
The way things turned out
It doesn't seem real
Now your head's full of doubt
But now they all jump back in fear
As if I really care
They just stand and stare
It's not fair
It's not fair
IT'S NOT FAIR!
Cold and silent,
You lie in the dark waters of the stream
Shame and suffering have passed
But death, glorious death
Is just another bed to sleep
Yes, death, glorious death
Is just another appointment to keep
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Rakiraki
submitted on 7 يوليو 2025 - 07:06
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Writer(s): Brian Timothy Finn, Philip Raymond Judd
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