Under Quinns
Beneath beer barrels
I can definitely hear it
And peeling paint
Are you lost?
Under drunken
Sheep mouthing
Midnight snogs
All fields
A union
Mouths full of mud
Brooks bound
Broken bounds
Down
Come on down
Fleeting
Down
I can definitely hear it
And peeling paint
Are you lost?
Under drunken
Sheep mouthing
Midnight snogs
All fields
A union
Mouths full of mud
Brooks bound
Broken bounds
Down
Come on down
Fleeting
Down
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Writer(s): Sarah Grange
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