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Sleeper's protocol 


After a proper graft, I was absolutely knackered.
Maybe the weather turning, maybe the booze kicked in like a sleeper.
I hate crashing out early. Never was one for a long kip, you see.
But I just went down quick. And the mad thing I saw, right, in the dream...

I saw the old manor, thirty years back, that’s where I went.
And I met all my mates, the ones who are long gone, heaven-sent.
Proper buzz, just kicking about the estate, where the blocks weren't all grey.
And I had so much to tell you blokes today.

This city never meant that much to me, did it?
Sometimes I even bloody hated the place, to be honest. But not today, mate.

I was never one for that nostalgia lark, or all that sentiment.
But seeing you lot, I was genuinely chuffed.
Though I always thought I was a misanthrope, a total sociopath, even.
But back then, I still loved people.

I saw the old manor, thirty years back, that’s where I went.
And I met all my mates, the ones who are long gone, heaven-sent.
Proper buzz, just kicking about the estate, where the blocks weren't all grey.
And I had so much to tell you blokes today.

Shaking hands, saying "Cheers, then."
Outside the window, the lawnmower started up, and I began to wake.
Handshakes all 'round, time to go.
I woke up, and thinking about the dream, I knew. It felt light.
I got to say goodbye. I got to ask for forgiveness.
We had a proper laugh. I got to see where I was wrong, and where I wasn't.
See ya, mates. Rest in Peace.

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