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There is a little place in a little room
where a little chap hides away amidst the gloom.
Tucks his little legs undermeath a well-worn chair
plucks a piece of paper and attacks at his despair.
A stubby lead pencil scratches through the fears
of every little cruelness that reduces us to tears.
Sharp is the lead but wellis penetrate
all the nooks and crannies that this world creates.
There is so little time for us to stop and look
as he places the cover upon his little book.
There will come a day when this little man will die
and they'll put him in a tiny hole undermeath the sky
His little lead pencel book and chair
will be placed inside a plastic bag and taken who knows where
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on Joined Up Writing
- 10 Shades
- 12 The Power Game
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- Track 5 on Last Emotion
- 4 Shades
- 6 Power Game
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- Track 5 on Trilogy
- 4 Shades
- 6 The Power Game
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- Track 11 on Joined Up Writing / The Sitting Room
- 10 Shades
- 12 The Power Game
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- Track 5 on The Sitting Room
- 4 Shades
- 6 The Power Game
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- Track 2 on Sleeper In Metropolis
- 1 Sleeper In Metropolis
- 3 Surge
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- Track 7 on Notes Taken, Traces Left
- 6 Shades
- 8 The Power Game
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