It wasn’t Doris.

Right on the edge all was stoned.
Being blown wildly Doris had me moaned.
Jetty built solid in 1853.
Arrive at the Crown and given a little tree.

Those bastard stairs scared the fuck out of me.
Those bastard stairs be quiet or you’ll see.
Those bastard stairs a witch chased me.
Those bastard stairs caused me to pee.

The fear of being controlled by it.

Bradford by the sea?
It’s gone Eric.
It’s gone.

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