Arjan's Strawberry Haze

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You've done it

It's been done

Before

But you didn't even know it

No

You knew the guy who wrote it

So

You grabbed his book and stole it

Oh

And Arjan where did you end up?

Last night when you crossed my path

And Arjan did you ever wake up?

This morning when sun rose

Now the sky is grey

And the clouds are down

No ships are sailing through it

When he's killed no one will prove it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

drunk & disorderly

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