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Down Mexico Way - Fitzgerald Patrik

"She wanted to be a mother - The final touch - Towards their picture of domestic bliss They failed, though, the audition For adoption "What can I do" he thought "To keep the peace" "What can I do" he thought "To"

Drifting Towards Violence - Fitzgerald Patrik

"Dear mother. Dear father. Can you answer some questions They're stealing my friends Like they broke all my toys Taking my freedom. Crushing my hope. I asked for some string And they gave me some rope and"

Exist - Fitzgerald Patrik

"Occupy your quiet corner, as everybody does, who does not wish to raise their voice, or lacks the courage necessary; nervous,in a sea of faces; endless,ever-changing, simply waiting for someone to recognise"

Factory Of Wines - Fitzgerald Patrik

"In the factory of wines He organised the system Stealing bottles out for other people Through various means In the factory of wines They drank together happily In unofficial coffee breaks Behind the scenes In"

Family Outing - Fitzgerald Patrik

"You've been taken for the fools you are There's no more money at the bottom of the purse Black looks at the breakfast table Life goes on from bad to worse Saving up to take the kids to Whipsnade We'll"

Gifts And Telegrams - Fitzgerald Patrik

"Small wooden building, on a road in the middle of nowhere; trees catch fire,quite close by, the sun bleaches your bones. cattle grazing,cattle bells ring, the sound of choirs gathering, their teaching"

In This World - Fitzgerald Patrik

"I don't want to be here In this world. I don't want to be here In this world. But I don't know where I'd go I don't know where I'd go So I have to stay alive Nobody gives me a reason Nobody tells me why I'm"

Island Of Lost Souls - Fitzgerald Patrik

"I'm like an island, i'm like a lost soul; cut off from the rest of the world. Walking the same corridors, stalking the same cold shining floors; in search of the place i will stay. I'm like an island, i'm"

Mrs & Mrs - Fitzgerald Patrik

"---------------- The car pulled up at the family home To pick up another one, take them away Through the town, they're very young, he's getting married today... To the church, a party after, the peal of"

My Perfect World - Fitzgerald Patrik

"Your perfect world Smiles at me Through the shining pages Of a thousand holiday brochures Inspired by lack of money I ignore your So called 'perfect worlds' I search for some other Perfect world I search"

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