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Growing Alone
03:05
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He closes up the corner store mops the floors
They used to dance on
He walks down streets they used to roam
But now he sits in soft incandescent glow
And he's growing alone
and he's growing alone
He switched to her brand of cigarettes
The same sweet smell of the night they met
He couldn't let her gardens grow untamed
Couldn't let her poems go unwritten and unnamed
And he's growing alone
and he's growing alone
He Couldn't write her epitaph
Can one whole life be summed up like that?
Maybe tomorrow he won't open up the store
take another dance across those floors
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Last Forever
03:37
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When he gets home she's got the kettle on
He brings her flowers
and even though he bought them just downstairs
It's nice to know that he really cares
Will these days last forever?
Will these days last forever?
Will these days last forever?
Can these days last forever?
After dinner she smokes her menthols
He just smokes whatever is cheap
and even with their bad habits
They're the best company they can keep
Will these days last forever?
Will these days last forever?
Will these days last forever?
Can these days last forever?
Sun rises and so do they
Pull back the covers and the duvet
but dear can you put the kettle on
for when I get home
Will these days last forever?
Will these days last forever?
Will these days last forever?
Can these days last forever?
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3. |
Subject to Change
02:52
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She is out the front door and down to main
Bills at the bank to pay
and sun shone on the day
It was all subject to change
and it was all subject to change
She thinks forgot her bankbook with the teller
Stops dead after stepping off the curb
and the squealing sound of tires could be heard
It was all subject to change
and it was all subject to change
Braking wasn't even worth the try
She just stared into his eyes
and she knew it was her end
It was all subject to change
and it was all subject to change
He gets out to see what he's done
looks at her like the barrel of a smoking gun
gets back in and speeds away
and the sun, well shone on the day
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Greg Smith Walters Falls, Ontario
Singer-songwriter from Ontario, Canada. His story based writing discusses life, love and the great balance of everything.
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