David Gibbs

You don't think the same as I do,
You don't know the things that I do,
You look at this face beside you,
I'm not here, I'm out in space.
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The view through the bottom,
Of a bottle of drink,
Is never as clear,
As the drinker might think.
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A mother lays upon the bed,
Her daughter cradles her sweet head,
A son leans across to clasp her hand,
The other held by her husband,
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Remember back,
When you were young,
Endless days
Of summer fun,
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Not with me
But at me,
Not beside me
But before me,
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When this world's to much to take,
Try and find a special place,
In a field, beneath the morning sun,
Take your time, take all day,
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No sound
No creak at the top of the stairs,
No patter of feet in the hallway,
No bargeing the door open
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I've seen the words that you write,
When you sit up late in the night,
And I know that I'm gonna lose you again
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He's been seeing your wife,
And he doesn't care,
They've done it in your kitchen,
And on your stairs,
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Fill your coffee cup with sadness,
Turn away approaching madness,
Earth spins to a different plane,
Your world is changing yet again.
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There's a winding path leads to the door,
That I have never trod before,
On my right an oak stands tall,
The other side is laid to lawn.
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What the hell is going on?
Does no one understand?
The damage that we keep on doing,
To this, our own fair land.
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