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Humsickness
03:17
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My handcuffs are fading away, I see the light of the new day.
I said the things that took your breath away, but none of them could ever make you stay.
So I tried as hard as I could to be there for you, but you were travelling onto somewhere new.
So I spent my time on moving on from you, but at a moments notice I would come to your rescue.
But you never listened to a word I said,
Like when I told you "You make Beatles songs play inside my head"
I'm afraid of spending my time with someone new, I'm afraid I'll like them just as much as you.
And you'll find someone too before to long, and like a cloudy memory I'll be gone.
But I'll sing until my voice is torn, to stop you from a-travellin' on
But you never listened to a word I said,
Like when I told you "You make Beatles songs play inside my head"
But I apologize,
For not singing all the songs I should have,
Or being this generation's Dylan,
Or writing a song that would make you love me again
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Sixteen Months
03:06
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Expectations are never met so why do I always bet, on hearts that aren't mine to hold? I'll make these mistakes until I am grey and old.
I leaping heart, controlled by an anxious mind.
I'm still waiting on hold, for you to say you're mine.
I remember nights alone, laying in bed with you on the phone. Telling me things I did not want to know. I held my tounge and then I carried on.
I leaping heart, controlled by an anxious mind.
I'm still waiting on hold, for you to say you're mine.
In sixteen months nothing has changed, I'm still falling for you and you don't feel the same.
So what should I do? Should I tell you the truth? I'll just be alone again and I'll just lose another friend.
So I'll hold my tounge for another sixteen months, I will wipe away your tears and I will soothe all your fears.
I leaping heart, controlled by an anxious mind.
I'm still waiting on hold, for you to say you're mine.
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Thank You For Your Time
04:02
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I blame the internet for wasting the majority of my time.
But if it wasn't for a computer screen, your eyes wouldn't have crossed mine.
Eyes that are as deep as oceans, eyes that speak stories of volumes.
They stare right through mine, but I don't really mind.
My feelings for you stagger on like a poet in the dark,
My heart would explode like fireworks if you just showed me a spark.
So many months without feeling you, my heard it backflipping on you,
I'll admit I really like you, so what am I supposed to do for you?
Maybe if I went back in time I'd have a chance to change your mind
Sing melodies into your ear, tell you that there's nothing to fear.
Maybe if I wasn't so awkward, maybe if I put my best foot forward.
I just tend to fall over, and over and again.
So in the end I cannot change your mind
So then there's nothing left to say, but thank you for your time.
Thank you for your time.
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Spencer Scott Newcastle, Australia
Singer/Songwriter from Newcastle, Australia.
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I play bass and sing for Paper Thin. We cover two of my old acoustic songs, and have a bunch of other ones too!
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