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Soliloquy with an idiot
I started writing lyrics,
half the age I am today.
My head filled with emotion,
thought I had at lot to say.
Problems put on paper
felt not as bad anymore.
I'll always be a fiver-writer,
just like I was before.
A soliloquy with an idiot
who always says the same.
Be careful what you tell him,
remember: he knows your name.
A soliloquy with an idiot
who always says the same.
Be careful what you tell him,
remember: he knows your game.
Now lyrics turn to songs,
it means so much to me.
Like a dream coming true
that makes me feel free.
Problems put on stereo
don't feel as bad anymore.
I'll always be a fiver-writer,
just like I was before.
A soliloquy with an idiot
who always says the same.
Be careful what you tell him,
remember: he knows your name.
A soliloquy with an idiot
who always says the same.
Be careful what you tell him,
remember: he knows your game.
Dad and gone
This place feels stranger
than all I used to know.
Not just the odd rational,
not just come and go.
To my daughters birthday,
from when i've lost my dad.
About 1100 days
separate life and death.
And now we're sitting here,
my words are not enough.
To tell you about memories,
about moments that I loved.
Take a look at this picture
That's my biggest regret.
He'll forever be the grandpa
that you've never met.
Those hospital walls,
they look bleak and grey.
For me they'll always be
a place of joy and dismay.
From my daughters birthplace,
to where i've lost my dad.
Less than 300 metres
separate life and death.
And now we're sitting here,
my words are not enough.
To tell you about memories,
about moments that I loved.
Take a look at this picture
That's my biggest regret.
He'll forever be the grandpa
I wish you could have met.