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If we had nothing left to say then I think I’d be okay, ‘cause I’ve stopped counting down the days.
And this glass is never half full ‘cause I just want to drink it. Don’t want to think about you.
And please just leave it alone.
I feel like shit, this far from home.
It’s tiny circles, I’m losing sleep
I tried to tell you, the future’s bleak
And everything you said to me was just a lie.
You’re empty and sad; a hollow shell of a suit and tie
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Houses
03:03
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Call out all the houses, tell them what you know,
Thought that you were happy but it is not so
Turn around.
And I always feel this way
And I always stay out late, and I always stay too late
Call out all the houses, these numbered streets are old,
You walked with good intentions, but the house was sold.
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Life Tips/Life Trips
03:45
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I started drinking more than I would do if things were different, but everything seems the same
Punk and politics and cats in hats with bowties on - maybe the internet’s to blame
I’ve got this feeling, that everything will end in failure as I’m signing my life away.
It’s all gonna end in failure this year.
In Oakley Court there’s us and everyone who isn’t listening. I must be screaming at some trees. I bruise my knees and shins and scrape the skin on floors and fault lines; purple dissipates to green.
And in the summer, I’ll be working at Asda, knowing I could do better than this.
But it’s all gonna end in failure this year.
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Stop The Clocks
04:10
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You say ‘there’s no place like home.’ Well there’s no place like here.
Another year over, we’re one year wiser not one year brighter.
And I’ve been waiting for things to get a little more clear and this is the year.
That we’ll stop all the clocks, and we’ll count by days ourselves.
And we’ll place all our bets, because this year we’re taking our chances.
One moment in time, just a glimpse of mine, and yet these years fly by.
Through steamy window panes, you’ll see these streets again, you’ll find yourself again.
And I’ll never be as good as my folk heroes but maybe this year I’ll try just for you.
And I’ve never been great at time management and mornings but maybe this year I’ll try just for you.
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Sarah Carey Leeds, UK
DIY punk singer-songwriter from someplace in between Leeds and Bradford. Writing about themes ranging from gender identity, feminism, mental health and drinking too much buckfast. Sarah's style draws influence from both punk and folk music, combining self-deprecating lyrics and open-tuned riffs in equal measure. ... more
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