The time is too short but never too long,
to reach ahead,
to project the image,
which will in time become a concrete dream,
another cigarette,
another day,
from A to B,
again avoiding C, D, and E,
'cos E is where you play the blues,
avoiding a death,
is to win the game to avoid relegations,
the big E.
Drowning in the big swim,
rising to the surface,
the smell of you,
that's the lowdown.
Drowning in the big swim,
rising to the surface,
the smell of you,
that's the lowdown.

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