Steven Harris

I'm invisible to them
they don't see me
they don't really here me
they don't like me
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Dont regret
dont ever let your mind hang on to the past
always move forward
always look ahead
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Fed up of this
fed up of stupid people
fed up surrounding myself with idiots
always bitching at each other
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Drunk writing is the best
it takes the edge off everything
writing while not being able to see
writing while not being able to speak
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When your young you have dreams
but as you get older it always goes out the window
you find other passions
other dreams
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This man here, me
this man sitting on this bed
this man, me
drinking the same old beer
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Dont rush
let it build up
let all that anger fill your bones
let your face burn
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Whats the meaning of life
does anybody care
do you think an old women whos gone through a war
lost her husband, children and living on her own
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Alcohol is a great uniter
it unites cultures
poeple are always trying to stamp it out
i say accept it
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There's nothing like a red
headed girl
standing at the bar ordering a drink
next to me flamed haired wonder
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Fag ends fill the road
empty cider bottles across the green
the glow of the street lamps fill the
street with a sunset shine as it bounces back
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The old man in the pub with pork pie hat on
the one with the tweed jacket and the walking
stick
sits at the end of the bar reading a paper
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Now how did this happen
how did this all happen
drinking that much of a night, i wont be doing that again
waking in up in a room, on a street i don't know
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I love them all
carling
guiness
john smiths
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Just anouther street in the city
all the occupents hide behind their curtains
all hid away and render themselves invisable
making no contact
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I stand there for about half an hour
waiting to get in this club
i'm freezing my balls off
all the pretty girls itching to get in
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Im surrounded by poeple with one view
they see the same thing as me
but their minds only go one way
im on the outside
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I love the scumbag place
but there disapearing
that place where the drunk finds time to think
that place where poeple go to forget
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We are in control
dont worry we have everything under control
go back to bed and dream
we are in control
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Walking around the city at this time
3: 30am and the poeple pour out
walk around the town drunk, cold and looking for a way home
the night on the town is over
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