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Closing Door
04:17
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You were more to blame than I am
But I guess you'd say the same
And in the end we just sat back and watched the flames
Is was us against the world
Until you figured you could choose
I guess I backed the only thing I never thought could lose
Seventeen and on my knees, you showed the world to me
And I guess that's the way I should keep your memory
It's been years now since we parted and you walked away from me
But if you know where to look you won't strain your eyes to see the mark you left on me
On a Northern winter morning
Where the wind bites at your skin
Slowly shifting from my head, the wine and beer and sin
To a stormy city evening
Down a street I'd known before
I turned my coat towards the rain and kicked a closing door
Seventeen and on my knees, you showed the world to me
And I guess that's the way I should keep your memory
It's been years now since we parted and you walked away from me
But if you know where to look you won't strain your eyes to see the mark you left on me
I fall about all over now, from one place to the next
Taking all that I can hold, leaving glory or regret
Never give away the things that you can not afford to lose
Never point a loaded gun unless you're willing to shoot
Seventeen and on my knees, you showed the world to me
And I guess that's the way I should keep your memory
It's been years now since we parted and you walked away from me
But if you know where to look...
Seventeen and on my knees, you showed the world to me
And I guess that's the way I should keep your memory
It's been years now since we parted and you walked away from me
But if you know where to look you won't strain your eyes to see the mark you left on me
You won't strain your eyes to see the mark you left on me
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DIY
02:27
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Now is the time for some DIY
You find the place and I'll find time
We'll have some questionable rhymes with whoever we can find
Get all over our friends round, at least those who have the time
And we'll drink 'til we remember the things that can be found
When we get up off our arses and not sit and wait around
I've got a friend called Will, one of the best
He said "bring your guitar to my place and I'll sort out the rest"
So we set up in his kitchen, wires trailing through the sink
Played songs to people I didn't know, it really made me think
It's nights like this that you remember the things that can be found
When we get up off our arses and not sit and wait around
The way I see things now, you people have two choices
Stand around with fingers crossed or you can find your voices
If you want something to happen take steps to make it so
You only come by this way once and anyway it's easier than you know
So if you want to travel pack your bags and go
If you love someone make sure you let them know
And if you want to sing a song go find yourself a show
Even if it's in somebody's kitchen with people you don't know
Now is the time for some DIY
You find the place and I'll find time
We'll have some questionable rhymes with whoever we can find
Get all over our friends round, at least those who have the time
And we'll drink 'til we remember the things that can be found
When we get up off our arses and not sit and wait around
Don't wait around
Don't wait around
Don't wait around
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She says "ask no questions I'll tell no lies"
I'm tangled up and I don't know why
She struts away, holes in her jeans
Whenever she smiles I never know what it means
Subtle like an air raid siren, silent as a bomb
By now we should know what's right and wrong
The late nights in the back room watching football on TV
Still I give myself the third degree, it won't sit right with me
We argue politics and joke
She takes her whisky with some coke
She speaks of home and of her success
In promising nothing, delivering less
Subtle like an air raid siren, silent as a bomb
By now we should know what's right and wrong
The late nights in the back room watching football on TV
Still I give myself the third degree, it won't sit right with me
We talk for hours without saying a word
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