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Lyrics List
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Then one day you look around and notice just how many you’ve done.
There is a contact me form at the end of the list. |
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G.R. Hambley © all rights reserved. |
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Little Black Dressed is collaboration that is very special. |
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Living out life in a gleeful rage |
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Innocence in this smile, tricks in another |
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The sweetness of the slaughter upon the lips |
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The second-hand silk is only a tease |
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Closing Time |
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Another time, another place, |
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you’d become not just another face |
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Making My Way |
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Walking round and round that house of tells |
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Your voice comes calling out in the dark |
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Heard you sayin’ it’d be right for this old heart |
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From The Stars |
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Long before there was sin |
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Way out where the souls begin |
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Came a song in a whisper |
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We Have One Now |
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Happens once and a while, only for one man smile |
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An angel face, melting eyes, her sweet breathy sighs |
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Dropping in to talk, lingering on a walk |
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Edge Walking |
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Waking to another day, already on the knife |
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Always at the ready, keep staying honed |
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Lookin’ round, it all appears the same as yesterday |
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Realize It’s Over |
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It’s about taking time to take time |
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There just hasn’t been much at all |
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Call comes in on the telephone line |
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On That Jersey Shore |
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Started out like any other day |
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Woke up with the waves calling |
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Wanted to just lie there numb |
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If You Dare |
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Once in a time |
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that was better than anything in your mind |
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Not so strange |
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in a world where love’s made such a change |
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Red Rose Among The Trees |
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Know this being all alone to well |
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Staying late, never going home |
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Seeing others close, sticks and stones |
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Hands in hands, hands in my pockets |
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Baby Be Mine |
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She’s colder than northern winds |
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She’s hotter than original sins |
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Gonna be there and bide my time |
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Do right and make that girl mine |
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Now Begins Forever |
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We’ve been going round and round |
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exchanging our half smiles |
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having all those conversations |
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where we won’t let them the end |
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Counter Cutie |
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Climbs herself up on that chair, gives up a little high thigh |
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Overtly lets them legs cross, grey skirt makes a swift shift |
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Uncrossing them, a small curvy push, tilting back the cool stool |
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Nella Notte Cieca |
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Believing with all her heart someday it’ll come true |
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Letting the living lie slide on out the way it came |
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Inside where she hides from herself and the pain |
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Angel Beach |
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We were just walkin’ along that beach |
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Seeing the ripples, rise higher and higher |
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Stopping to stare into that setting sun |
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Won’t You Tell Me |
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Baby I got these thoughts going on |
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Sitting all by myself at home |
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Sitting here feeling all alone |
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Beach Bound |
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Been working an all night day |
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Now there’s time for a little fun |
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Sun’s making its morning run |
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Departure Gate |
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Fretting over it hour after hour |
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Worrying about it night after night |
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Feeling it fall week after week |
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Been knowing it for months now |
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Train Of Thought |
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Sitting on this sweltering city roof |
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Far below people roaming around |
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Sweating and swearing as they go |
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The Devil’s Fine Day |
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He done went down from heaven |
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The boy just up and shuffled off |
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The Devil took himself a powder that day |
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Witness |
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Looking for a little down time |
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. had to get myself away |
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Monday morning glory |
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. wasn’t happening today |
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Crashing Down |
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Day slides it’s way to the end |
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Not looking forward to going home |
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Turning in at that bend in the road |
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Rather be making a long drive alone |
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Fallen Angel |
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Newly fallen she wakes to a different world today |
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And she’s never |
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never been on her own before |
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Went from home on the hill to a home on loan |
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In The Quiet Of The Night |
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Half past midnight and finally free |
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free from the demands of a clamoring world |
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World moving so fast it’s hard to keep your feet |
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feet feel like miles and the miles feel like hell |
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You No More |
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Sometimes you just know |
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just know you got no more |
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no more love left to give |
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26 |
Girls Rite |
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You hear them, it’s the shame every time |
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They’ve all had it happen, been torn apart |
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Now another one’s got the no romance blues |
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Falling Apart |
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These days are almighty long |
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the nights so lonely |
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Giving the best for the cheque |
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spending nights in hazy dread |
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Once Again |
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Once again freedom’s crying |
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ringing out while on the run |
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It falls to the old ones |
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those who long ago came of age |
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No More Yesterday’s |
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There were those who’d gone ahead |
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Learned the ropes and roads and dread |
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Some came and shared their mind |
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Others struggled and suffered and died |
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Everyone’s Girl |
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Her days don’t begin before three |
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Her nights spent in party grove |
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Never seen the sun go down |
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Seen it coming up so damn often |
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Lost And Found |
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The times wearing me on down |
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no time for any little thing |
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Sprung from the trap you set |
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gonna take the fast road back |
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Lake Side |
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Day dreaming out on the rocks |
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sun setting the lake ablaze |
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all but gone the hostage daze |
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letting down all the blocks |
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Haunting Her |
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Unseen she stepped inside |
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Know it’s her by the steps |
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She stares straight ahead |
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Her face kept firmly set |
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Once Bitten |
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We were young and oh so cool |
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Back when we were all fools |
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Feelin’ our way around |
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Spinsters |
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Stories making the rounds |
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none to be believed |
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none to be trusted |
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careful not to get busted |
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Left Unsaid |
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Whispers and rustles making the rounds |
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Sighs and gasps the disbelieving sounds |
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It’s between us, no one must, couldn’t ever be us |
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Were You Me |
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Watching out the window on a cloudy day |
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Caught up in all those billows shifting shapes |
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Faces through my ages floating in grey space |
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There’s so little that’s left out in front |
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Missing Day |
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Up in the morning and the coffee’s on |
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Sour dough toasting, golden for me |
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A little cinnamon sugar reminds of you |
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Not even seven and there’s the phone |
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Going Clean |
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Whispers in the air |
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Eyebrows raising up |
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Pretending not to hear |
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Taking in what’s said |
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If Only |
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Walking on home alone, |
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that old bell softly chimes |
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Passing right on by, |
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the tower bell strikes again |
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Falling farther behind |
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that niggling bell tolls once more |
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G. R. Hambley © |
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All rights reserved
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