POSTBOX
Clasby
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In London Town, there's a postbox And Charlie goes there everyday But he won't say What's the matter, little C? If you told me you know I'd understand You know I'd help you I'd help you feel ok You say this sickness is incurable But I know that can't be true If I keep up at this rate I'll loose half my face I miss you when you didn't bite your fucking cheek Now it's bleak Drown yourself in a creek 7 days a week, you can't even sleep You have chores to do Chores invented by you It's the worst Open and close it Open and close it Open and close it Open and close it Open and close it Open and close it Open and close it Open and close it Open and close it What's the matter, little C? If you told me you know I'd understand You know I'd help you I'd help you feel ok You say this sickness is incurable But I know that can't be true If I keep up at this rate I'll loose half my face
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