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Grim, Always
01:56
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Sat alone most days by myself, just waiting for something to happen. There's this girl who passed by once, through the window she could see I was stuck.
So I'm desperately hoping for some change, like a love that's fraught with danger to come sweep me off my feet... or even anything that helps me to sleep.
You know I'm restless everyday, a constant state of grim.. always.
Needless to say I was wrong and this world of pain won't last that long. And better days will surely come, if you occupy my worry love.
If you occupy my worry love?
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Leave My Bones
03:36
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We're both ghosts now in every sense of the word, we're crying out but we make no sound.
And you're cold to the touch.
Both our hearts are still dead husks of our first loves.
In my dreams I've been staying out for drinks, with old friends who remember me without a care in the world.
Then I wake.
You're beside me, I'm still ageing.
In the Autumn of new leaves I have turned,
In the Winter of old bridges I have burned,
It doesn't matter who you are, just take the chest and leave my bones.
One road, I know.
(Down the stairs and along the hall, I watched your ghost pass through the wall.)
We take turns just to dig our heels in the dirt,
I've made plans to make peace with that.
But those chances have passed and I'm left feeling cheated by my choices.
So now home is a word you choose not to use and I've a list I could add to that.
But in the finest pretence I'm well dressed for our picture.. perfect.. ending.
Don't call this home (I could not wait for so long)
Don't call this home (I'll never wait for so long)
There is no good in me anymore.
THERE IS NO GOOD IN ME ANYMORE.
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Holding out just waiting for a sign, a bottled ship on course to ruin your life.
And piss away your dreams uptide, where a lot of good souls lost their way in the night.
Sleep... softly beat me to sleep.
I'll dream... dream away this disease.
We'll rest uneasy at best.
What is sleep if it's not a cover up? A silencer on the harm, we cause and unlock deep in bottomless dark we hide, our broken bodies and minds, that are programmed to waste at first light.
Tryin' to make the best of our time, but I'm tripping up in this sleep paralysis life.
I'll clench my teeth and forgo the daily grind, with thoughts of infinite loss that trail me behind.
We waste at first light.
WE WASTE AT FIRST LIGHT.
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Gently, Not So Gently Belfast, UK
Gently, Not So Gently are Adam Shirlow and Richard Gray, two voices and two guitars seeking to blur the lines between soft folk lullabies and angry punk anthems.
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