Just do it, Lakwena, Shoreditch
make a wish
may it come true
don't you ever forget
the wine will be flat
a cheap holiday
here's lookin' at you
dream, fight, play, sleep, wake
I'm on my way home to my wife
hey, there she is
a distant echo of faraway voices boarding faraway trains
madmen on the rampage
lining up the cutlery
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