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• Artiste: Flock of Dimes
• Titre: Close To Home
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I slip on the ice in the winter I give you advice and you answer I may be hurt but you’re not my mother All that I want is another dollar If I am the last one standing It won’t be my happy ending Left to myself with a chip on my shoulder You may be wrong, but you’re still my brother And though I wished you well It was not my tale to tell Waiting on the morning as it fell And though it’s not my own I was always close to home Following your footsteps in the snow I sit with the worst indecision I handle my words with precision I am aware but I can’t uphold it I could allow but I can’t afford it It seems that my heart should be breaking But I can’t spare the time that it’s taking I am awarе of the cold with which I hold it I can go on but I’m not proud of it Asleep beside your bеd I was only playing dead Hanging on to every word you said An ordinary life, with the one you left behind Grasping at the last straw you could find