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Lyric Gramme Friday


The people I like live
in kitchens and halls.



I can t reach a decision on this.
Can I come back to you on this?
Hitler lost his nerve on it.
Dr. Morel prescribed it well
It s fast debts.



I am Robertson Speedo
and this is my Gramme Friday.
Skin drops slow to the bones



But I ve got my hunger anyway.
I m on Gramme Friday.
Work and eat spontaneous
Enter the house of weariness.
It s Fastnet



Look out
Look down
Look out
Look now
The hunger....
Friday .
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