The Seacole Diaries

Fine Excuses

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So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?

May 4th, the war is escalating
And morale is wearing thin
And no-one knows what winter brings

My vision's on vaction
And this can't wait

So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?

I'm drinking up the Black Sea just to find
I missed it in one blink
And I'll find you in some goliath heatsink

All pressure and ink
With one last thought to think

So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?

So where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole?
Where's my Mary Seacole gone to?

Where have you gone?