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Distance
03:44
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Two real good friends talking in the low light
Hushed-voice, excitement, near to midnight
Warm air and drink and this just feels right
Like two lovers in summer, it's almost midnight
The time is right, you swear your love,
But then they look the other way
You wonder how you let this one slip away
You gotta keep your distance but don't let go
Take some space dear, and take things slow
Just take things slow, for now
Their ex-boyfriend is at their show tonight
They see him dancing in the bright lights
You look over later, they've got him held tight
They're not just good friends, and it's close to midnight
You gasp for air, running out the door,
And you realise that they're gone
You were just good friends all along
You gotta keep your distance but don't let go
Take some space dear, and take things slow
Just take things slow, for now
You're out on your luck and you know it's not enough
That they'll never be this close to you
It's a cruel cruel world for good boys and girls
But they never fit the part
"Hey honey, guess I'm sorry, and you're sweet,
But I never owed you anything
No I never owed you anything"
You gotta keep your distance but don't let go
Take some space dear, and take things slow
It was all in your head, dear, you realised it too slow
They always loved you, just not like the love
That you know
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Gold
04:51
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Wind howling through the shadows
Of your house in the gaze of headlights
Creatures banging on windows
And it's clear they're looking to fight
Your fear coils and it flows
As you run into the black midnight
And you breathe as the wind blows
Only crying once you're out of sight
And your tears, your tears, they are gold
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The sky is dark and the setting sun
Lets little light through
Clouds rolled over, windows shut
And drizzle came too
Blurred street lamps shine
To the ground, illuminating
A soaked pavement on a Tuesday afternoon
There's no saying we will meet again
We're driving off to a bitter end
We sit on our beds, clutch phones
In our hands
Tying us to a world we think
That we understand
But nothing is making much sense anymore
No nothing is making much sense anymore
Do you remember last December
Or maybe the year before
When the frost fell and you said that
You'd beat it for sure
This time? You were crying
In my arms and I didn't know what
I should do, I still don't know
A lock-picked bicycle chain
We left November soaked in rain
We carved our names in a bench
In our village so we wouldn't slip away
Tried so hard to survive the night,
Now we don't know how the get through the day
And nothing is making much sense anymore
No nothing is making much sense anymore
(Oh)x2
(Oh no)x2
(Hold on)x4
I've given up on trying, and trying to pretend
All our roads led to November and the bitter end
We put down our shields and let the wrong ones in
Please help me escape November, and the bitter end
There's no sweetness in rest
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Sam Keogh London, UK
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