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[ti:Anymore] |
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[ar:Bob Lind] |
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[al:Since There Were Circles] |
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Anymore - Bob Lind |
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I used to be a hunter but I lost my gun |
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I used to be a sparrow but I fell |
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I used to be a moment in the setting sun |
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Slipping through the surface |
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Of the well constructed dreams |
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That no one even seems |
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To remember anymore |
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Anymore |
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I used to sit and watch the coloured circles spin |
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But I don't really dig it anymore |
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A man is just a loser till his ship comes in |
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And I'm not one to hang around the shore and sift the sand |
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And I don't understand or pretend to |
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Anymore |
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Anymore |
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Anymore I hardly ever bother |
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Closing up the cases on my drums |
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I can't seem to get myself together |
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But that's alright |
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I may not be cemented but I'm young |
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I used to be the apple in the hand of Eve |
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I used to be the writing on the wall |
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Sometimes I can almost make it back there |
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Sometimes I don't believe it's there at all |
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And that's my scene |
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And I'm not one to lean on the future |
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Anymore |
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Anymore |
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Anymore |
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Anymore |
