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Songs Written In Our Spare Time

Four Chord Symphony

A week full of Mondays and it’s hard to go on
didn’t think my childhood would last this long
A month full of drinking and it’s hard to slow down
Living in a coma and i can’t come around
A year full of nothing right back to the beginning
Take me to a time when i was winning
A life full of bullshit and i can’t get a grip
Hanging on tight but my fingers start to slip

All my friends are packed and gone
i’m sat here trying to write this song
Could this be my legacy ( My only legacy )
( x 2 )

Can’t find the words to our other track
And there’s no way that i will ever get them back
Trying my best to come up with some more
Eyes are getting heavy and my hands are fuckin sore
Go thru the channels and there’s fuck all on tv
Thought there was something there what’s wrong is it me?
Screaming out loud but you cop a deaf ear
Just like the rest of the people round here

All my friends....

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