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In mid-November I found a mother
And whilst I remember
I found me too
See I had lost me, did it on purpose
Sea breeze had cost me
A bob or two
So what's in the stream there?
Is it a rock pool?
A stepping stone dear
To trap a fool
Or just a bridge, love
To keep us all
I learned the hard way I like to slumber
Without a pit stop
To rest a child
Who knew a family was what was waiting
Thought I was 24
And feeling wild
But what's in the stream there?
So now I laugh cause, I'm the other third not
The other half like
It usually goes
This mother's child is her little sidekick
With the other side for
Me to go
So what's in the stream there?
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The last time I saw you your face was a blotch
My hands start to shake and my feet start to swell
It was fear all this time that was knotting your hair
And pride in a nutshell that kept us from there
So drink, all ye stars, and then light up the ball
The ghost of the hallway dancer
At 7 o clock all the masks start to fall
My feet start to tap and the music as well
Though deep down I know you're not missing the beat
It remains my personal hell
So drink, all ye stars, and then light up the ball
The ghost of the hallway dancer
Last night I was new on a beach with three more
The guilt woke me up from the sheets with a wink
Sweat on the fingertips couldn't reach for the light
And frozen to my pillow, couldn't reach for a drink
So drink, all ye stars, and then light up the ball
The ghost of the hallway dancer
If dreams can unwind you then sleep is a curse
And nostalgia can burn in a vat of my songs
Like memories, like mind, it's just more of the same
I guess that we knew that all along
So drink, all ye stars, and then light up the ball
The ghost of the hallway dancer
So look at you now, with your hair in a bow
And look at me too with a friend in the booze
You're the same girl now as the one in the dress
Looking in the mirror in your ballet shoes
So drink, all ye stars, and then light up the ball
The ghost of the hallway dancer
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La Lune
02:55
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A Monday morn, I was dying to meet you
With your sweaty hair, a smile from corners of your mouth
Always implicitly civil
Like an evening bird dying to sing
So wake me up, tell my dream
Like it's an epic novel and then
Pour the tea like it's a devil's brew
We drink together and see
Where we go, the evening bird
Would surely lend us wings for to fly
Taste the sky, eat hot toast, lose our shoes
I suppose it's true, everyone says it
You meet them fast then find them much later
Like two lost lights joining in darkness
You're my pillow moon, a salient artist
So wake me up, tell my dream
Like it's an epic novel and then
Pour the tea like it's a devil's brew
We drink together and see
Where we go, the evening bird
Would surely lend us wings for to fly
Taste the sky, eat hot toast, lose our shoes
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Half my life can fit inside my car
And half my day can barely be perceived
Whilst an hour of yours can take up half a plane
With those baby toys falling from your sleeve
It was new to me, I used to used to drinking to feel better
I want hope for we, the joyous three, dancing in the stormy weather
Half the songs I write are in the air
Whilst the other half are etched into your face
So if I feel down, I know though I need to talk
If you feel the same, I'll gift-wrap some breathing space
It was new to me, I used to used to drinking to feel better
I want hope for we, the joyous three, dancing in the stormy weather
If the things that I lack are the things that you need
Then embroider my pillow with a message just for me
Patch a badge full of hope on the holes in my jeans
Patch a megaphone of words, spin the tales into my dreams
Because I'm slow and I'm simple, I'm sharp but I'm daft
And I'm constantly confused that there's a car seat for a child in my life
So forgive me, I'm learning and I quite like you
So take the space you need and kiss me through the moon
It was new to me, I used to used to drinking to feel better
I want hope for we, the joyous three, dancing in the stormy weather
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Chris Webb Bristol, UK
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Wordy folk nonsense
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