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Words
03:55
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Well now I’m not a poet
And don’t you think I know it?
I just write what comes to me
When I think of you,
It’s really all I do,
And I hope it’ll set me free.
You see no matter what
We say or not,
Some words remain between
The lines we write,
Hidden in plain sight,
Waiting to be seen.
I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
I won’t, I won’t,
Ever learn when to quit.
I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
But I know, I know,
These words aren’t the end of it.
I’ve wrote a thousand lines
And yet I can’t define
What I’m searching for.
But as long as I
Still have my mind,
I’ll write a thousand more.
You see we’re all the same
In this drawn out game,
Trying to work it what it means
To be alive
Before we die,
God knows it’s an honest need.
I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
I won’t, I won’t,
Ever learn when to quit.
I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
But I know, I know,
These words aren’t the end of it.
I don’t, I don’t,
Know what will come of this.
But I know, I know,
These words aren’t the end of it.
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2. |
You & Queen
03:55
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3. |
This Story Ain't Mine
05:15
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This story ain’t mine,
I live between the lines,
You left them when you left me behind,
Yeah, this story ain’t mine.
And I wonder if you know,
How far this story goes,
‘Cause I’m all out of words and I’m sinking low,
And I wonder if you know.
And I can’t pretend,
I don’t love the story you penned
But I need to know that it has an end,
I can’t pretend.
Oh won’t you answer me this,
Do you ever reminisce
About the words and the lines you’ve long since dismissed?
Oh, won’t you answer me this.
This story ain’t mine,
I live between the lines,
You left them when you left me behind,
Yeah, this story ain’t mine.
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Look down at the dusty road,
We drag our feet as we carry our load.
With two guitars and a bottle of gin,
We know where to go but not how to begin.
Take another step, one by one,
Looking left and right like we’re on the run.
Tired and weary but there’s no turning back
So we carry on walking down this dirty track.
Oh we wouldn't have it any other way,
(any other way, oh any other way)
No we wouldn’t have it any other way,
(any other way, oh any other way).
Keep on moving, no time to hesitate,
One day soon is a day too late.
Don’t matter if we don’t know where we are,
We’ll keep walking till we can’t walk no more.
And if anyone asks us why,
We’ll sing our songs as we walk on by.
We may never get where we want to go,
But the journey’s more important than the end you know.
Oh we wouldn't have it any other way,
(any other way, oh any other way)
No we wouldn’t have it any other way,
(any other way, oh any other way).
Well now would you look at that,
We’re right back where we started at.
Oh I never know what we have to gain
But we keep coming back time and time again.
Oh we wouldn't have it any other way,
(any other way, oh any other way)
No we wouldn’t have it any other way,
(any other way, oh any other way).
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5. |
Rainfall
04:55
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Falling From Trees Norwich, UK
Female fronted rock band based in Norwich, UK.
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