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I seem to find myself each time I run awayDont give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of timeOr dya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wineSame faces broken homesThose memories have fledAll tears within me now are dormant or deadMy viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignoreAlright Eurekas PileNow my saviour, or my whoreTheres a lot that they dont mind when things arent what theyseemI always wake up baby cos I always wake up meMy life may aint come to muchIgnore my historyLeast my Eureka Pile can see some way I feelAint the way I see (* 2)My Eureka Pile and me.
