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Written in 2012 by Joe Blackford

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One of your many faults, you were always looking south,
dressed for a funeral, aren't we all.
If you're sad don't let it show, even mother has her own little box of tears,
in the depths of her overcoat, below.
Whatever was breaking whatever was strange,
I still throw flowers from clifftop graves,
as if little flowers could take the sadness away,
as if 17 years could fit into frames.

Spend a little time with love, it might help you feel better might help you belong,
Mum can't throw away your things.
My God have you seen his dreams, It's as if the Devil was creeping right between his sheets, and drugged the kid with disease,
if life isn't working let it drown in the sea.

We're all born at once, holding hands.
We all die alone, in the end all we are is all we've left.
We're all born at once, holding hands,
but he'll drown alone, don't be sad Nikolai the storm as gone,
she stands at Beachy Head and waves you on.

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from So here I am and these are my friends, released September 10, 2012
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