You know freedoms died
When you’re marching with pride
But you need to tell lies to the press.

All those tears that you’ve cried
And those chains you’ve untied
But your feelings reside, second guessed!

As the party winds down
Cross you face spreads the frown
As you feel upside down and repressed

But you know that you’ll drown
With the friends that you’ve found
Hit the ground as you fall into debt

So be sure not to lose
Any lifestyle you choose
You can cruise with the pink cavalcade.

And you’ve paid all your dues
As you’ll waltz in my shoes
So take pride with the path that you’ve laid.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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