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I need to express my words better than I do,
but I don't feel safe
I feel so exposed and closed into these songs that I write,
just jumbled up words from my head
that I'm frantically trying to say
but I have no rhyme no structure
just like my thoughts,
they have luster and feeling but I can't find meaning
I'm being blunt and lacking again x2
Depression follows me like a cloud,
I can't move that blocks out the fucking sun.
No matter how much I want to break through
I can't and I'm left in the rain.
just like my thoughts they have luster and feeling but I can't find meaning
I'm being blunt and lacking again x2
And I hope I'll grow out of it.
I won't be ever the man they expect me to be.
Cause I'm not okay and I don't feel safe
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Cave Canem - Distances
03:11
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Tell me that there's some relief in doing nothing.
Cause it's all I can manage.
And no amount of sleep will change this.
I live for the good times.
But where have they gone? T
here will be a day where I won't have to worry.
But that day came too early
I'll distance myself so far that no one knows I'm gone.
I'm a mess no good to anyone.
They're better off without me
I don't smile like I used to. The distance gets cold
I don't smile like I want to. I can't find a reason
Cause there was always someone else,
I'm sick of feeling expendable.
I can't just make you see,
that I can't be left alone
I'll distance myself so far that no one knows I'm gone.
I'm a mess no good to anyone. They're better off without me
I don't smile like I used to. The distance gets cold
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It's been half a year since 'Dead In Winter',
And I still feel the temperature dropping.
I'll leave the lights on,
Even though there's no one home.
The smoke on my window,
Doesn't clear and I can't see out.
I'll write your name on the glass,
As the glass writes your name on my skin.
You all left, now i'm gone too.
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Tried,
I tried to talk,
I tried to extinguish all my worries,
I tried to walk.
Walk,
I tried to walk,
I tried to walk past all the places,
That fuck me up.
I tried to keep it under now I am down.
If you played God,
Would you plague me?
I am the one and only pest in my family tree.
Would you feel sad,
If you found me,
Hanging from a branch on Gilmour Green.
Think,
Oh God I've thought,
I've thought of God and how that God,
made me feel small.
Small,
I feel so small,
I feel pathetic and alone nothing at all.
I tried to pick myself up but I only fell
If you played god,
would you plague me?
I am the one and only pest in my family tree.
Would you feel sad
If you found me
hanging from a branch on Gilmour Green.
I was hanging from a branch on Gilmour Green,
I was empty.
If you played god,
would you plague me?
I am the one and only pest in my family tree.
Would you feel sad
If you found me
hanging from a branch on Gilmour Green.
If you played god,
would you plague me?
i was hanging from a branch on Gilmour green
Would you feel sad
If you found me
hanging from a branch on Gilmour Green.
I was hanging from a branch on Gilmour green.
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Gilmour - Circles
03:11
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Seasons changed up here again,
I'm isolated by the thought of it.
Stop signs and roadblocks in my head,
are blocking the thought of getting out of here.
I'm fine here without you near or anywhere,
but I can't lie like you did for him, for him.
I don't need perfect vision in the dark,
to see i'm running in circles chasing you.
I don't need perfect vision in the dark,
to see the snow on my pavement, your ghosts in my room.
I've been running in circles,
I've been running in circles chasing you.
Weave your edge into my skin,
let me be whole again.
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Gilmour England, UK
Gilmour is a solo acoustic artist from the West Midlands, UK.
Debut EP 'Dead In Winter' out Friday 24th March.
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