The Warm-Up's Be Long Blunt

Ask the Tea Party in the Boston Harbor of British Fleets that served the Arbor of the Portings with freezers,
lamp posts were gas driven to light the street at Knight Times when the Repeater of revolved stole via frank,
quest to the Invasion of my Site Write Blunt stole the ignition implanted the Verse and Seeded his C.D. skew
the balance of the original is the weight of the evidence that he cannot say the Wares of Origin for he's thief.

Credit that in the battle of Fact than I would guess the Brit is Racked by shipping lanes that drillings of real,
a rumble on the motor of the Brain in a Coating of Witness the feather it is not stuck rather better a dealings,
ride the pony he lopes fell he just has not landed the dump spill that is just the wet falls I draw each day,
the role of the bit on the Tongue of language is bitter sweet applings to Sauced the invasion to timely sprite.

A bubbling oil is crude in grounds for Coffee is a bean that grinds for the Means to drink with cream sugars,
as James Blunt wears the Front of my Heritage birth Country he is an Alien in a World of clearing housed,
a write in the Fire of Eternally burns with ready In From to Delivery the Brung as a Ladder to the Spoken,
the Land of which has been bred troubles only the Teak of the Man in a Zenith of raw to Keep & Bold shy.

James Blunt is a British Invasion in a Modern Day War of Worth to the Verse Herds from Ancient to Tribe,
events that draw have possibly not examined the lyrics in written word to see the terse of his con spinning,
liken that to his farce of depth the done backs my life not summing his export to his experiences in Thor,
the threshold difference in the evidence that proof is in the pudding law of bearing the root of Beets.

An Island inhabitant that does not equal the Peace Locks has no Shield to provisions of a Tidal Wave,
the Wash of One Singular Rise will wipe the grounds like Blunt erased my founding Posts on his Property,
time brushes the Paint to mural the Picture of the stolen Verse in the obvious he has not considered the price
one stop in the bet throw will snake the dice to work the gambler at the Poker lie is center X table decked.

The dealer is more the like the Card holder to issue a Referee in a Sport of the most Ancient Art catch 22,
a game of principle with discipline weighted by whipping crops watering a dig balker with B.D.S.M. real,
cuffs that take the Key to the Cage and Never Dungeon the Lair on a Banister to a Lope Fella flopped,
the stage to Now is the truth loves the gaming so much it is the wiggle that wets the actual open Fuck!!

Collaring Man Leashed Too Plan