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Reality

Sometimes there is a need for reality Like the wrinkles and roughness of an old down Mainer Sure P town and The Vinyard are nice and touristy But for reality and hang it in the wind There's no place like CuttyHunk Hell you'd have to go all the way down to Isla Morada To get reality like that. Now there's some folk t'drink with! It's hard to describe the overall feeling of homesick A bar off the Alawai near Waikiki, Another in Inverness But for down to earth look you in the eye people Well Cutty Hunk and Isla Morada are tops I'm from Liverpool, old Liverpool. Reality belongs in that bombed out old town Pass me that thing dammit Enough with reality

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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