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Do you wish that life was like,
when things were black and white?
And everyone dressed nice,
And they all knew your name.
Do you think there ever was,
this time you're dreaming of?
Where everything was right,
and we all felt the same.
Part of the same game,
that no one had to lose,
and everyone wore smiles, on their...
Oh oh oh.
Lonely souls.
Do you wish we could return
to the place we've yet to learn,
was nothing but a dream,
that kept us all asleep?
Do you think we're better off,
in this technicolour wash,
spinning down the drain,
huddled in the deep?
Together, incomplete,
United in defeat,
And everyone wears smiles, on their...
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When You're Gone
02:22
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When you're gone, you're gone too long.
Can't see your faces, can't hear your song.
When you're gone, everything's wrong.
When you're gone, you're gone too long.
When you're here, everything clears.
Know I can face it, when you are near.
When you're here, nothing to fear.
When you're here, everything's clear.
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Start Crying
02:55
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If I start crying, I don’t think I’ll ever stop.
If I start crying, this lid won’t go back on top.
And I don’t think anybody else is to blame,
But if I start crying, it’s the end of the game.
And I don’t need anybody’s sympathy,
Cos when I start crying, it won’t be for me.
When I start crying the tears will put out the sun,
When I start crying, It’s goodnight, everyone.
Cos every little bit of pain I see,
When I start crying, is flowing to the sea.
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On This Feeling
03:43
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Sing me a love song and make it real.
Don't make it something that you, you just don't feel.
Sing me a good one and bring it back to me.
Waiting patiently, for that feeling like the world belongs to me.
Drifting out to sea, on this feeling that you gave to me.
Give me your hand and I'll give you mine.
I'll hold on tightly for the rest of time, please,
give me directions, paint a sign for me.
Waiting patiently, for that feeling like the world belongs to me.
Drifting out to sea, on this feeling that you gave to me.
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You put it all away,
for a rainy day that never came.
You scrimped and you saved,
but in the end it's all just gone to waste.
You could have lived it up.
Could have gave yourself a break,
but you put it all away for a rainy day that never came,
A rainy day that never came.
Others passed you by,
but you took a step off to the side,
You saved yourself some time,
by never even queuing for that ride.
A big pat on the back,
for winning at this game,
but you only saved yourself a stack for a,
rainy day that never came
How could you have known? That your
lifeline was, blown away,
on a rainy day that never came.
Too big a price to pay.
for something that you'll never have again.
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6. |
Always Something
03:30
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There's always something,
something left to do.
As one things over,
there's something new.
There's always something,
running through my head.
Something I never,
ought to have said.
There's always someone,
taking up my time,
asking questions,
picking through my mind.
While there is someone,
waiting patiently,
I'm going to see them,
and what'll be will be.
And there is nothing,
I can get for free.
There's always something,
takes a part of me.
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7. |
Waking Up With Nothing
03:56
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I’d been living in a hole,
holding on for dear life.
When a farmer passed me by,
on his way to find a wife.
I said, “Dog-gone, get you gone.
That’s no way to socialise.”
Then they dragged me up above,
and made me come out to the light.
They said “Come out to play…With the other, girls and boys.’’
I was blinking, at the sky,
where the sun was meant to be.
In this country it’s hard to find,
but it’s usually somewhere over me.
Little lady caught my eye,
flying through the atmosphere.
She said “Next time, keep it safe, and why don’t you come over here?”
She said “No need to play, with the other girls’ and boys.’’
And I said, “Look now, give it to me straight alright,
am I waking up with nothing or with you tonight?”
Now I’m falling, back below,
my heart is like an anchor tied.
And the people that I know,
are still up there on the outside, saying,
“Come out to play, with the other girls and boys.
No need to play, with the other girls and boys.”
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8. |
This Life
03:41
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This life shines brightly,
but burns so well.
This life (this life)
is likely,
Heaven or hell. Oh well oh well.
Light one up for me,
and watch those memories,
diminish on the breeze.
Come and warm your hands,
on the pyre of best laid plans.
Fill my spirit up,
till I've had enough.
Can't believe my luck.
Faced with this precious time,
cut my hands, towing lines.
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9. |
Exactly Different
03:51
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Everything's exactly different,
nothing is the same.
Everyone wears different faces,
but they've the same names.
Everything's exactly different,
places out of mind.
Everywhere is strangely reminiscent now I find.
The stage is set but I don't know my lines (speak up).
Don't know how i got here at all (we called you up).
I'm back at school and I am terrified (time's up).
The world around me starts to fall.
Everything's exactly different, abstract points of view,
recognise the concepts even though they're loopy Lou.
Everything's exactly different space and time collide,
every out is in and every out in is now outside.
The stage is set but I don't know my lines (speak up)
don't know how i got here at all (we called you up)
I'm back at school and I am terrified (time's up)
the world around me starts to fall.
Everything's exactly different,
nothing is the same.
Everyone wears different faces,
but they've the same names.
Find I now reminiscent strangely is everywhere,
mind out of places different
exactly everything's. (Speak Up)
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Hole In My Wall
03:28
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Hole in my wall, behind the door,
sign of the times.
Water will fall, look at the mess,
I've left behind.
Hole in my wall, I didn't mean,
to make you an angry scene.
Hole in my wall, telling me all I need to know.
I need to know.
Hole in my wall, opening on,
darkness beyond.
Ragged and small, covered in dust,
order has gone.
Hoe in my wall, I need to mend,
but it reminds me of how it can end.
Hole in my wall, telling me all I need to know.
I need to know.
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Time Decides
04:30
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Can't complain,
your left behind,
when you keep your brain,
mostly offline.
Can't turn back,
your path or days.
It's what you chose,
somewhere along the way.
Can't be everywhere at once.
Can't be outside, and safe and warm.
Got to try,
and learn to keep,
your powder dry,
your feelings deep.
Heads held down,
ears shut tight,
mouth kept closed.
and out of sight.
Can't keep everybody sweet.
Can't feel guilty, for feeling beat.
It's a tide.
Rolling high.
Tempest rise.
Time decides.
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12. |
Sing Myself To Sleep
03:44
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Sing myself to sleep.
I know that it's time to go.
The lights gone out is it alright to,
lay my head down here beside you and,
sing, myself to sleep.
See you all in dreams,
this life's not what it seems.
The suns gone down but you're much brighter,
I'll always be here right beside you,
as I sing myself, to sleep.
Goodnight my loves, its time to rest now,
we'll be together someday somehow,
when we sing, ourselves, to sleep.
As I sing myself, to sleep.
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13. |
Lie Low
04:27
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Lie low,
you need a love of your own,
no need to go it alone,
you need a place to call home.
Lie low,
you need a love of your own,
you need a love of your own.
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14. |
The Grove
04:30
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La la la, la la la la.
Well, at 6.25 we come alive.
I'm often waiting for it to arrive.
Staring at the ceiling behind my eyes,
and thinking about thinking about it.
In an hour or so we're ready to go,
got to get out before the train makes us slow.
Praying at the gates to sing their tune, and let us by.
I loop back when the girl is gone,
back to the place I've bene so long,
with the Beatles and Tolkien posters on the wall
At midday when I get a break,
maybe play some darts got 180,
once upon a time when the vinyl spin,
and the sun shines on The Grove.
I tap tap to a half past three,
switch over the cables to the melodies,
if there's time before my loves arrive or I've got to drive.
In the evenings, usually,
after dinner, bed, bath, plug in to the TV.
Let our brains melt and float away on a glass of red.
In this way passes most of my day,
till the weekends come and we get to play.
We try to make sure we get out somewhere,
getting lost for fun outside in the fresh air.
And I would live this life,
till the sun burned out.
I've got nothing I need to worry about,
except for what I build up too much,
in this basket I call my head, I call my head, I call my head.
La la la, la la la la.
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Garry Abbott Stoke On Trent, UK
Garry Abbott is a singer songwriter from Stoke on Trent, in the UK who has been writing, performing and producing music for over 20 years and so far, shows no signs of stopping.
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