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So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives
So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives
Until between the clouds, we can see me and you
Drinking in the bar one minute
Then outside Tesco
Mouths ajar
So many are breaking up inside
Falling from the skies,
Of comfortable lives
Passing the credit cards
Trying to grasp Universal Credit
Fingertips touching their children
On the way down
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Wednesday 18th October 2017 11:22 pm
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