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Damn, I Miss You
03:12
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I started writing a song
It's easier than writing emails
We've not kept in touch
And I know it's been me who failed
I wrote a hundred drafts
I've still got them all filed away
Couldn't get it down
There's so many things I wanted to say
And still I beat around the bush
And yet what it boils down to:
Damn, I miss you
I talked it through with a friend
Decided I'd go to see your show
I was really scared
Didn't know how the reunion would go
But I looked in your eyes
And although, yeah, your face had changed
I knew for sure right then
That your heart was still just the same
And then you wrapped me in a hug
My heart just burst back into life
Damn, I'd missed you
I saw you 2018
Last time it was two thousand and nine
Let's not leave it so long
The idea makes me feel like I could cry
I've still got your music
But I miss your face
Let's meet up soon
You're only small but you need a lot of space
And if I send this song to you
I don't know if it's stupid or brave
I pine and ache and I miss you
And still I struggle with what to say
And so I beat around the bush
I guess what it boils down to
Damn, I miss you
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Cabbageface
03:31
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Cabbageface, sleeping in an embrace
You're so tiny and new, and we all love you
Cabbageface, proud parents Sam and Kate
Brought you round to see Grandad, doggy and me
We're so happy that you're here;
We didn't know there was a space
But it's filled up so completely
By you, baby Cabbageface
Cabbageface, little noise says you're awake
Opening little eyes, Fingers reach for the sky
Cabbageface, staring up into space,
Can you focus on me? You're still learning to see
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3. |
Out of the Fanclub
03:31
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My posture's all out of whack and my face is a mess
You never see me without my hat, cos my hair looks like shit
But you run up to me and wrap me up in your arms
I've always felt worthless, and I've had no direction since my birth
But you set me a challenge, and you made me feel like I'm of some worth
And you run up to me with that smile you couldn't fake
Out of the fanclub, into a friendship
You make me feel like I'm some good
Out of the fanclub, into a friendship
I'd be more like you if I could
My voice sounds stupid, when I try to sing it always goes wrong
But you listened to me, and you even said that you liked my song
And you run up to me - your enthusiasm matches mine
Out of the fanclub, into a friendship
You make me feel like I'm some good
Out of the fanclub, into a friendship
I'd be more like you if I could
You put me on the guestlist - you'd think that I would see
I'm just not quite used to people liking me
Out of the fanclub, into a friendship...
Out of the fanclub, into a friendship...
Out of the fanclub, out of the fanclub
I can't believe I didn't see
Into a friendship, into a friendship
Hard to believe that you like me
...but you seem to!
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A Photo of My Mother
02:03
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I have a photo of my mother at my age,
The same in numbers, but a very different stage
In the house she bought with dad,
My brother's on his way,
And next to her is me
It's strange to think of all the grown-up stuff she did
When when I look at me I feel like such a kid
Two things we've got in common -
We both live with my dad
The other thing's more sad
She always had this fear she'd be taken away
Her mother left her at more or less the same stage
So I have to carry on,
But keep my mum in mind
Be helpful and be kind
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