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Song music written by me but the lyrics written by a mate. Its about 5 years old but thought I would share!
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Lyrics
Ceiling decends, Everything is clear.
Far from the smell, I can taste the fear.
What have I done, is it walk not run.
Don't turn around, no chewing gum.
Air is getting thin, walls roll in tight.
Ma, let me go can I go out tonight?
I see you stare from your safely safe view.
But he's not alone, it's you, you and you.
CHORUS
And every now and then the truth is white as sand.
Less a foreign shore but a common land.
Thoughtless condolance or might I just make it?
My load cries loud but I'm still trying to fake it.
Sunset, sunset. Can't recall the first kiss.
The life that I lived, the light that I miss.
Try not to think, confront it head on.
The turn of the tide, it still hasn't gone
Sing sing along, it should not be long.
Why, who asked you? No nothings wrong.
A could of smoke that I've grown to hate
I'm sick of the weight.... I'm tied to the weight.
CHORUS x2
Far from the smell, I can taste the fear.
What have I done, is it walk not run.
Don't turn around, no chewing gum.
Air is getting thin, walls roll in tight.
Ma, let me go can I go out tonight?
I see you stare from your safely safe view.
But he's not alone, it's you, you and you.
CHORUS
And every now and then the truth is white as sand.
Less a foreign shore but a common land.
Thoughtless condolance or might I just make it?
My load cries loud but I'm still trying to fake it.
Sunset, sunset. Can't recall the first kiss.
The life that I lived, the light that I miss.
Try not to think, confront it head on.
The turn of the tide, it still hasn't gone
Sing sing along, it should not be long.
Why, who asked you? No nothings wrong.
A could of smoke that I've grown to hate
I'm sick of the weight.... I'm tied to the weight.
CHORUS x2


















BobRoberts
I very much enjoyed this piece. The vocals were a little loud to me, but
I still really liked it. Very nice.
Bob Roberts