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• Artiste: Stephen Covell
• Titre: 2 Shots
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Arms crossed, he taps his foot against the floor Never one to get too nervous at what life has in store And across the room a man stands eyes to the ground Not much separates them, save a few magazines and wishful dreams His mouth is still though he wishes he could shout A smile and a frown seem to cancel one other out It's strange, these days He's given up so many things For a new born dream When it cries, he smiles He's sure today will be brighter than the past Brighter than the... He's the kind of guy that would tip his hat to say 'hello' If that kind of thing was still fashionable At 19, he never dreamed to be in a position To commentate on life's grand condition He's alone among friends And he's alone Now that he's paid For mistakes And he tries not too feel sorry for himself But when he cries, she smiles She's sure today will be brighter than the past Brighter than the past It's late now in a dark quite room There's frost outside and his glass is half full Arms crossed, foot taps against the floor Now a little more nervous at what life has in store Then it's heavy head up from a pillow he rubs his eyes Laughing as he thinks back, then he chokes up and he cries It's strange, these days Faltering in dreams we awake to start again When he'll rise stars in his eyes Ready to take on the world it right this time