Sad evening last night in Nice, southern France
Somewhere that I would like to go next year
A lorry driver, such sad circumstance
The bad luck of the victims can't compare
To anything - it almost makes you scared
To leave the house, to take the slightest risk
To cross the road, or go just anywhere
You could get paranoid, create a list
You could get angry, and create a fist
Things change, and it's not always a romance
Things happen, they are rarely ever fair
Things, like Brexit, things that can get you pissed
Things like boils, things that just need to be lanced
It's just like everything we need to bear
Fri 15 July
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