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Lonely thoughts they seep, into mind
Into me, pushing deep
Wash the dirt, a hard days work
Know my place
On my own
No poison in my bones
On my own
This is where I build my home
My home
This will always be my home
I work until it's late
Walk in and close the gate
I look in the window
And I gaze at my face
Every line and every abrasion
This took my life to make
This took my life to make
On my own

No poison in my bones
On my own
This is where I build my home
My home
I need someone to hold
I need someone to hold
My home
This will always be my home
This will always be my home

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Billy Bunks, was raised on lager and that good 90s rap shit. A grimey creep from the briney deep... foul rap drunk, and in his own words "superhumanly talented". Lithe and rank.
A known Booze Bastard and notorious Hired Goon with that good old fashioned proper rap shit real hip hop heads are into. None of that fruity shit!
Often seen on street benches with longnecks. Sturdy and creaky as a weathered old galleon. The end.

Read more about Billy Bunks on Last.fm.


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