Our Sunday Affairs
Your Trip To Italy Was A Strange One But You Are Our Brother And We Will Be Okay
Cut all The strings That tie You to Italy Breadcrumb trails and untied shoes Shortcuts home, we've no time to lose Straighten Your posture Friendships We foster With a Cigarette In our Pockets This is all we have left We'll keep on waiting for it A place to call home Without holding our breath
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