The 90’s Are The Old Days Now
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1 min readSep 23, 2017
Sometimes I’ll l hear an old rave tune
And it’ll take me back to times
With Harry and some others
In a car in Killarney
After a club, dark out
In a cocoon of music, camaraderie and chemicals
Looking for some drug dealers house
And I was sat in the backseat
A joint crooked between my fingers
Quite content with my place in the world
As safe as I’ve ever felt.
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