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by Tomer Krail

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Ain't it just like me To make the worst of a bad situation All my life spent close to the ground Finding my way into all kinds of.. Complication Wish I could write it off as that one time thing Or perhaps, the occasional aberration But the truth is All my life spent, breaking truces Conversations, all excuses Oh why, did I, ever leave you Ever since that day I feel so blue When it is the right time I will put myself on trial Standing in the dock now No one but myself to blame
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Alma Mater 03:25
All those times Was it so misleading Making rhymes You only end up grieving In reverse Strange medication Feeling terse Change the conversation, mmm, no. All the things you see, they never meant that much to me All the things you see, they never meant that much Every word you say, falls apart like leaves in a hurricane All the things you say, they never meant that much All that time It was so misleading Making rhyme It only leaves you grieving
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Saturday Morning and the sun pierces my eyes Wakes the body up while the mind's still asking why I've got to get up now and leave this quiet place Walk down the stairs with dread, pour water on my face Cos I know It's just another day Saturday morning and I'm trying to catch a break Standing on the platform witht the cronies and the rakes Looking down at my shoes I realise I'm late A little fear and trepidation's all it takes to make me sweat It hasn't happened yet Saturday morning as I start to hit my stride Sitting at the desk with some heidegger on my side These steel grey faces are the thing I cannot stand But right now I'm in no position to make demands And yet I know It won't be very long Saturday evening and I'm staring at the remains With no conception of whether I'm the one to blame Perhaps this time I might have really gone insane Oh well I suppose It might help take away some pain And yet I know It starts again tomorrow.

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released April 24, 2020

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Tomer Krail London, UK

Neofolk artist with a rembrandt complex. Currently self isolating in the fortress of solitude.

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