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Prelude
01:21
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Mary
04:43
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Mary was a wild one, who moved from town to town. Had a rough upbringing from her old man, who she doesn't see anymore.
John was his name, and a plumber by trade, he got married way too young. Had a couple of kids, but denied they were his, said his wife was sleeping around.
Jane wouldn't cheat, but she lied about pete and the kiss they stole on the lawn. So she told him of course and then filed for divorce, left the kids with their dad all alone.
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Mary was a wild one, she spent most of her time on her own. She would sit in her room, block the door with a broom, and write songs and smoke out the window.
Whilst she hated the view, it was all that she knew, and her dad let her do what she want. But Remembered his rage, when her mum got engaged, asked her brother and her to move in.
After 6 months at home, Mary spoke on the phone, to her mum in her room while her brother got stoned. "Why are things such a mess, it's been worse since you left. I'm gonna move out as soon as I can..."
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Remember the song you sang in the hall? You thought of your life, the things that you saw. We'll grow old in our bodies, holding our whole lives.
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After 5 years went by, Mary said her goodbyes, to her Dad and her home and her mother and cried. Booked a plane to the east and where she thought she's find peace, she felt hope for the first time in years.
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Bluesy Boi
05:04
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My friend went out last night, and drank the whole night through.
Woke up in a work friend's apartment, and tried not to think about you. He checked the receipts in his wallet, and texts that he sent from last night. To piece all the memories together, and the reason he got in a fight.
Where have you gone, I don't know where you are.
What have you done? I don't know who you are.
How long, should I prey for you?
Remember seeing all those missed calls, you just wanted to talk, but I simply ignored you. I'm with my friends, I'll just speak to you later, do I need to check in, are you really that selfish? We'll laugh about it tomorrow, tomorrow, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I'm really hungover. This must be normal, my friends are way worse, but they always seem to make it work.
Is it all in my head? I can't believe all the things that i said.
Well, more complacent than I've ever been. Again.
But l know. I'll be there for you.
'Cause it's not the end.
I've got to believe it all over again.
We've got to be better than this.
'Cause nothing worth having is easy I guess.
You're telling me.
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Hope Yr Happy
03:00
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Making tea in the kitchen, for an old school friend and me, no sugar please Andy, just how long has it been?
The thought it loops like a memory, but it hasn't happened yet, a stupid clinging to something, as I fill with past regrets.
It's cause we're getting older, why I'm thinking in this way, with everyone getting married, or at least that's what they say.
There's something final in sending, an RSVP too. You draw a line in the sand with your friends, and I guess that's what i'll do.
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And if I see you around, I won't stop to talk to you.
But if you seem happy, I hope you're happy too.
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Piles of Clothes Leeds, UK
Self-deprecating acoustic folk stuff from Leeds. xoxo
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