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I woke late last night,
With a ghost beside my bed,
It had the face my father did,
When I was just fifteen,
When I was just fifteen,
When I was just fifteen.
He turned to me and said,
“I sure like the cut of your jib,
In life you’re doing pretty well,
But why don’t you go back home?
Why don’t you go?
Why don’t you go back home?"
And now it’s just me and you,
And we'll share a glass of wine,
We’ll dance in the kitchen,
We'll dance to Ella Fitzgerald,
And Louis Armstrong,
And Nina Simone,
You're my little girl blue,
And I know that I can talk to you,
I can talk to you,
But tell me, tell me,
Do you love me too?
I'll be you're little boy blue
Soon there’ll be a baby girl,
There’s already love for her, there’s love there,
Though she may be unaware,
That we’ll call he Ella,
We’ll call her Ella,
Ella-Rae,
We’ll call her Ella-Rae.
I feel like I’m in Eden,
And I can eat my fruit too.
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Granite and Chalk (demo)
04:26
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Hard skin cracked on hard souls,
Long roads have been walked,
On-wards through hot and cold, I make my way,
Through sandstone, granite and chalk,
I lived my life on a knife's edge, in a house,
Just a stone's throw from the horizon,
And there was lowly scum and social dredge,
Those were some dark days, oh my, oh man.
A thousand miles across the earth,
I think I finally found my way,
To this "House of Mirth",
Where the hot heat hedon night outlives the day,
Yeah, me and my friends now, oh, we're hollow shells,
Down from tablets with cartoon prints,
Fallen down the wishing well,
Where the waters dry as the flower wilts,
Time passed by and I stayed still,
Faded into the background,
I broke the habit, oh, I had my fill,
I took your words, and I carved them into the ground,
A stopped clock it ticks again,
Galvanized in turn,
By these words, written in pen,
On paper, on paper that cannot burn.
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Lullaby (demo)
03:37
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I thought I'd sing you a lullaby,
I didn't know that it'd make you cry,
I thought I'd sing you a lullaby,
I didn't know that it'd make you cry,
That it'd make you cry.
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Well, Today (demo)
04:41
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Well, Today,
I woke and saw my life,
Through your eyes,
And I thought,
That I should lie,
About the things,
That I've been through,
Well, today,
Well, today.
Well, Today,
I walked outside and I saw,
I bird that flies,
And I thought,
That I should lie,
About the things,
That I've been through,
Well, today,
Well, today.
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In dreams (demo)
03:51
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Oh, these words, they come to me in dreams,
I see my thoughts and my feelings,
I saw the sun fall through the sky,
I saw the sun, well it fell to the ground!
What do I know?
What do I know?
No, I don't know!
But I know, that it's all my fault,
My lack of drive, my lack of it all,
I just wanna, wrap up,
I just wanna keep warm.
What do I know?
What do I know?
No, I don't know!
When a tree falls in a forest,
And there's no one round to hear it,
It still falls, yeah, it still falls,
I see the leaves, tremblin' on the trees!
What do I know?
What do I know?
No, I don't know!
And there's something that I can't see,
But all my friends, they can see it,
And it means, everything,
But it means, nothing!
What do I know?
What do I know?
What do I know?
No, I don't know!
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