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		<title>only the missile</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[The punches come fast and I fall in the ring. All I can do now is laugh, cry, or sing. I’ll tell you the story and a couple of things That have been running in rings round my mind It &#8230; <a href="http://www.robingrey.com/2008/04/only-the-missile/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The punches come fast and I fall in the ring.<br />
All I can do now is laugh, cry, or sing.<br />
I’ll tell you the story and a couple of things<br />
That have been running in rings round my mind</p>
<p>It was one of those days when the lights all turn red<br />
And the pills just won’t clear all the pain from your head<br />
You wish that you hadn’t of got out of bed<br />
&#8216;Cos the shit sure is flying your way</p>
<p>Second hand news at an unwelcome time,<br />
Your brain&#8217;s clogging up<br />
Soon you’re losing your mind<br />
You’re wondering if fate could be any less kind<br />
When she suddenly twists the knife in.</p>
<p>The moment it passed with the help of a friend,<br />
A couple of strangers and this song that I penned.<br />
My hearts is in tact and my minds on the mend.<br />
I don’t plan to do that again.</p>
<p>The sun&#8217;s given up on this god awful day<br />
And my pain with the light is now fading away.<br />
Somewhere in Kilburn I silently play<br />
An ode to the tracks of my tears.</p>
<p>A jack in the box I come springing right back,<br />
I pull on these strings for my counter attack<br />
Today I feel sure I can take any flak<br />
The world might be sending my way.</p>
<p>So give me your hopes and then tell me your fears<br />
And leave all the rest in a pile over there<br />
They’ll fit like a dream with these chords I have dear<br />
As I dance in a dream round this town.</p>
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