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Watt Ben

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Ben Watt. On Box Hill. Ben Watt. Op Box Hill.
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Lying back in the waterless & spiky grass Looking up at the fluffy clouds seem closer now Looking down through the tumbling grass to the line of trees

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Ben Watt. Empty Bottles. Ben Watt. Lege flessen.
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Crippled anger from a crippled brain Crippled footsteps through a crippled train Bloody headwound leaves a bloody stain On a raincoat smelling from the

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Ben Watt. Some Things Don't Matter. Ben Watt. Sommige dingen doen er niet toe.
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This boy, breezes in from the South Wells. This boy, sees his days in the Middle East. This boy, eased his way up the silver turns, but what is that

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Ben Watt. You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go. Ben Watt. U bent Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go.
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I've seen love go by my door It's never been this close before Never been so easy or so slow. Been shooting in the dark too long When somethin's not right

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Ben Watt. Lucky One. Ben Watt. Lucky One.
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I am the lucky one I have always had someone But if I should lose that one My wings would melt in the sun & into the ocean I fall On a transatlantic

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Oorspronkelijk: Watt, Ben. On Box Hill.

Vertaling: Watt, Ben. Op Box Hill.

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Oorspronkelijk: Watt, Ben. Another Conversation With Myself.

Vertaling: Watt, Ben. Een gesprek met Myself.

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