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Emily
03:34
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Emily
The last day that you were mine you were leaving
In your Dad's car, Emily
You were trying to fix something you had just broken
I said if you need to go, leave this with me
I stared at the hand prints on your bedroom wall
Ready like mine to keep you safe from it all
Your brother came early and he found me crying
It's embarrassing now when we meet at the bar
The towns and lights on the arrivals board rearrange
Above the place where you used to wait for me
But nobody searches for my face in the crowd
Since the day you left me, Emily
It's four in the morning, the voices get closer
To my front door as I finish my drink
If you were still here maybe you'd try and help me
As I pick broken glass from my hands and the sink
The towns and lights on the arrivals board rearrange
Above the place where you used to wait for me
But nobody searches for my face in the crowd
Since the day you left me, Emily
In the glow of the lamp there is something that's dying
It's stuck where it is but it longs to be free
I know where you are but would would I say
I'd probably freeze after just 'Emily'
The towns and lights on the arrivals board rearrange
Above the place where you used to wait for me
But nobody searches for my face in the crowd
Since the day you left me, Emily
You. Can't. Repeat. The. Past
Ryan O'Reilly ©
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November
03:51
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The Morning
02:59
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The Morning
Life-boats of sunshine in oceans of shade
The children dance on the promenade
You're drowning in Vodka and Lemonade
You hold to me when you are afraid
I met you in the dinner hall
I was dressed like a soldier, smart and tall
You in your dress against the wall
Said 'this is not what I wanted at all'
So goodnight I'll see you in the morning
The lights went off without any warning
It was dark on the stairs
I started falling
Goodnight my love I will see you in the morning
The road home's blocked for miles each way
The money I owe is more than I can pay
I didn't talk to nobody today
Now I've forgot what I wanted to say
She's scared of the angels that fly overhead
She's hiding from them under my bed
She hasn't understood a word I've said
Her lips now they quiver, her eyes they turn red
So goodnight I'll see you in the morning
The lights went off without any warning
It was dark on the stairs
I started falling
Goodnight my love I will see you in the morning
Ryan O'Reilly ©
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John Keats
03:58
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Brixton Hill
03:25
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