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Milhouse
03:20
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Most days I wake up by the light of the moon
with nothing to hold but this song in my head
and a bottle of empty regrets.
Some mornings wake up with nothing to prove.
I’ll swing at air but in this end i’ll always lose.
i’m on the brink of a breakthrough (with you)
I’m throwing stones at every glass house that I can find
But I won’t stick around to sweep the glass up
I’m running on empty calories and table scraps,
room temperature beer in-between naps
and i’m carving out each day into the wall.
I will stop before I stall
I’m burning every bridge that I have ever crossed
But I won’t stick around to watch the fire stop
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Runaway
03:31
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I woke up a hundred miles from my hometown alone
jumping trains to see how far i’d get
coasting down the carriageway of my recovery
catching every pothole on the way
darling you could be my runaway
you are my restless dream
cotton candy beauty queen, my teenage fantasy
was deconstructed right infront of me
glassy eyed from constant nights and whisky on my breath
you said never mind the distance babe and never mind the mess
with the night on your side
and an old 45
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Exit Strategy
02:14
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I left the city through a tin can in a fevered state
burrowed beneath bypasses and dual carriageways
found an old abandoned house with a fresh warm bed
to a home and a family with a clear, cool head
like a dog-eared page with a tea stained drip
it’s a tourist trap outlined in the script
go tell fair tuck that he don’t exist
and that global warming is some old wives myth
but if you really missed the east then you would call
and if you really missed those early morning sprawls
and if you weren’t fixed on finding a better way, i suppose there’s one more chance
tell me if you need me, in the morning i’ll be near
kill the bought time with a biro and a melody
bury the bodies outside of the city
if it don’t exist, then it ain’t for me
tell each beckoning canyon in the long dead seas
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Sycamore
02:52
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powder blue, your eyes dart round the room
golden by the bar light and the night
fractured dawn, cutting through the storm
a kite caught up in an old oak tree for weeks
i pull and it’s free
paralysed, the apple of my eye
was shot and split, left rotten on the ground
and sycamore, you’re always standing tall
settled by the storm that calms your mind
but i can just climb
darling i’ll climb
breaking into better shape, i left you
how am i supposed to find my way out?
but darling, i’m fine
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Sweet Tea
02:43
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Sketched out your name in the fog of my mirror
as I scrubbed out each sin, it was clear
that all the scattered light had frozen in time
leaving patterns and shapes in my mind
and whisky cures wounds that time cannot heal
i’ve been kicked down by words just as strong
but a woman like you, can take all my youth
leave me broken and bruised in the head
you’re the smoke on my shirt
and the blood in my teeth
i will try to be me
but I scaled your gate trying to reclaim my soul
we were kids when I kicked it to you
but i wasn’t so sly and you saw me hide
throwing fruit at me in the stocks
you’re the smoke on my shirt and the blood in my teeth
i will try to be better for you and me
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George Gadd Nottingham, UK
Nottingham folk/punk/emo
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