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Willow
02:43
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Uncle Ivan joined the congregation at the Dawn
And it didn't take too long for them to see something was wrong
He ran out to the garden and he jumped from head to toe
Into the Willow, Willow Willow
His robes were hardly fit for ceremonial attire
But he was chanting out a prayer like an old cathedral choir
His hands were still a trembling from the stuff he took last night
By the Willow, Willow, Willow
By the Willow, Willow, Willow
And I don't know who gave it to him now
And I don't know but we got to get him back somehow
Cause we agreed
He can't be seen
In a state like this
In front of his wife and kids
He was babbling in tongues about some things we'd never seen
And we tried to coach him down but he was high up in the leaves
And the pastor tried her best to get it all under control
At the Willow, Willow, Willow
Willow, Willow, Willow
And I don't know who gave it to him now
And I don't know but we got to get him back somehow
Cause we agreed
He can't be seen
In a state like this
In front of his wife and kids
Now my approach to problem solving sometimes gets me in some heated water
But I had to take control and spare him from the shame of his wife and daughters
So I grabbed a hefty tree branch
And flung it at the bark
With holy interference
The arrow hit it's mark
And he fell out the branches
And the pastor watched in awe
As his flailing body landed
on the windshield of her car
And I don't know who gave it to him now
And I don't know but we got to get him back somehow
Cause we agreed
He can't be seen
In a state like this
In front of his wife and kids
In front of his wife and kids
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Wait
02:27
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Let's say 20 years from now
We still live in the same old house
Soon these walls won't comfort the same
There'll be no sugar left on your name
Time is a painful thing
It's been too long since I heard you sing
And all we do is wait
And we just wait
We're running short on time
The colour's left your eyes
We're choking on our own lies
Maybe 20 years from now
You moved to a different town
And there's no more wondering when
No dreaming of the way things were then
Don't let love cloud your mind
We've been gone for a long long time
All we do is wait
And we just wait
We're running short on time
The colour's left your eyes
We're choking on our own lies
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The old man walks with a limp in his step
He sways like a tree branch and he makes it to the mailbox
I watch as he goes and nobody knows who he is
His house is the fanciest one on the street
And every week he gets a gardener in to fix up the hedges and the trees but still he remains a mystery
He could be a millionaire
A moonlight debonair
He might have won a poker game or two
He might have been a bureaucrat
Who drives a Cadillac
Who lives in that house?
The old man shuts the gate and won't go out
I heard from the ladies that work at store
That he did a heist on a bank in Mumbai and fled
Overseas and changed his name
But whether it's true I couldn't say
Some nights I hear the faintest sounds of a violin
A lonely melody he plays over again
And I drift asleep
And he remains to
Serenade the night
He could be a millionaire
A moonlight debonair
He might have won a poker game or two
He might have been a bureaucrat
Who drives a Cadillac
Who lives in that house?
The old man shuts the gate and won't go out
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Just Like You
03:24
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You never smiled
In our photos
I never knew what that was all about
You spoke in tongues
So I wasn't so surprised
When I found yours in another man's mouth
And I tried to put some space between us
But I always see your face in strangers
Cause they end up looking just like you
And your pictures that were in my room
I moved them out to a box down stairs cause I just can't bear when I see a pair of eyes
And they look just like you
And I want you to know that
Now you're a ghost
A poltergeist
I see you at the edge of my eye
You haunt the walls
But I'm more afraid
Of the things that I might do for pride
And I tried to put some space between us
But I always see your face in strangers
And they end up looking just like you
And the pictures that were in my room
I moved them out to a box down stairs cause I just can't bear when I see a pair of eyes
And they look just like you
And I want you to know that
When you took to the movies that night
And you smiled and I smiled
You said you couldn't come back to my place
But you lied, you lied
I'm out of peace I'm out of mind
You took a piece out of my mind
I'm out of peace I'm out of mind
You took a piece out of my mind
Cause they end up looking just like you
And the pictures that were in my room
I moved them out to a box down stairs cause I just can't bear when I see a pair of eyes
And they look just like you
And I want you to know that
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Dom J. Crosato QLD, Australia
'I'm writing the soundtrack to a musical that doesn't exist.'
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