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All i have's this journal that i write |
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Sketches of a 20-something life |
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Glory pieces shining on a page |
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Boxing night of disappointing rage |
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Legends never leave an ounce of flesh |
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Colour fades a memory like death |
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I mistook with all the sense i had |
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Words laid down in mornings' turning sad |
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Left a window seat for who may pass |
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Long to see a skirt or cotton blouse |
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Inside of a womans' changing room |
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Got invited back, gave opinion too |
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Coloured queen a winters' night in a bath |
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Can you feel this prose tease out a laugh |
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All i have's this journal that i write |
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Sketches of a 20-something life |
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Never got to see the mighty sands |
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Settled for a back-row in the stands |
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Many New Years Eves' i spent alone |
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Shaking with the fear while crawling home |
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Digging even deeper down for oil |
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To fuel the fires roaring in my soul |
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Of course i wanted credit where its' due |
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I feel so very blessed to play with you |
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We get over everything it seeems |
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Wide awake while all around is dream |
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Dig your Autumn taste and marriage needs |
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For half a piece of mind, i mined your peace |
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Using every face i run into |
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Take a seat and tell me something new |
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All i have's this journal that i write |
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Sketches of a 20-something life |
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Maybe when we travel left of town |
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I could play the 20-something down |
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Pretend i've won the lottery and sing |
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Get into the mansion house and |
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Bring, a bottle opened slowly at the door |
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Added to the missing linos roar |
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Didn't we go looking for the place |
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Where all my inspirations wrote their face |
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Telephone kept buzzing on the plane |
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Filming what could never be again |
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All i have's this journal that i write |
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Sketches of a 20-something life |