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Stranger
It’s only an idea
it’s only an impression
it’s only my projection
it’s only my imagination
that I lost my heart to
they tell me that I get carried away
and say you just can’t behave like that anymore
I met a stranger
who talked to me
for days I was silent
like a child’s world in a film
I can remember
yeah, a small glass of gold
will bring it back to me
I was chained up and you were free
they tell me that I get carried away
and say you just can’t behave like that anymore
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They Were Real
They were real
as real as you and me
and some of them were really good-looking
they once walked the earth
as if it belonged to them
photograph if I breathed life your way
would you see me
tied to this post procrastinating
and think me such a waste?
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Drink was The Height Of The Day
Drink was the height of the day
we liked to knock them back
and we laughed at the things you said
when you were off your head
you lived by the coast
and you dived into the sea
and swam for miles
and your back was black by the sun
and you invited everyone
to spend the evening with you
and we laughed at the guy at the bar
but you said ‘no he has a good heart’
you lived by the coast
and you dived into the sea
and swam for miles
and your back was black by the sun
drink was the height of the day
we liked to knock them back
but inside you was a hole
we never thought to console
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Well Of Comfort
I’m afraid of living my life as a ghost
of having to look back and say
‘I never pushed in any direction’
like when you’re ill and it’s fine
to stay in bed all day
waiting for sleep’s absolution
if you spend your time
in a well of comfort
curled up in a ball
waiting for someone else to sweep you long
when all you need do is open your eyes
to feel challenged by it all
but that little feels so wrong
sometimes on the verge of something new
for no reason you hold back
maybe you want to savour the thought
that’s it’s still there in you
and you’re afraid to spend that
in case you don’t like what you bought
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