Sharon Collins

I kept the faded ribbon
He held within his hand
His name I hear in every song
still played in Orange bands
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I'll pretend that I am stupid and I don't really see
All the hurtful things
You do to me
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There will aye be someone prettier
or someone smarter too
But that disnae matter, love
Cos they will never be you.
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What if the trees might never bloom
Or the chance to hold again this woman
What if the night might never turn to day
Or the chance to hear her say, don't go, stay
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How deeply treasured a glass can be
Given with heart from a friend to me
Many a cheer and a faretheewell
A simple glass with a story to tell
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Our souls were never strangers
bonded from the start
We could travel a billion years
Our hearts will never part
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You've left me feeling injured
alone and torn apart
Yet even when I'm crucified
You've never left my heart
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I keep my flowers and cards
I never throw them away
They're in a little shoebox
I'll open when old and grey
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Sometimes a heart gets worn out
No dreams left to be dragged across the floor
No more let downs, anymore
Its a kindof quiet "undoing"
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Her mind lived tidily, apart
from the truth and pain
Bolt now your door against his heart
and wail against the rain
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How many times can you turn away
Not hear the tales on how he strays
and hold on tight come what may
Girl, every dog must get his day
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A silent society who've lost the light
A pavement for your pillow
Night after night
I'm cold and wet and hungry
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On the 11th hour of the 11th Day
a heavy slab of meat,
he lay, dying at my feet,
at my feet, at my feet
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A MAP OF TINY SHORES

And so we return to our tiny shores
Europeans, naw no anymore
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In the dock I stand accused
Guilty of the crime
Of loving you and taking you
To selfishly be mine
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Forget-me-not, remember me
A quarrel or a kiss
Different lovers you may take
But I'll be the one you miss
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Each religion is diseased
With battles fought and won

Values loaded with belief
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She cried a glass tear
From the moment it began
For she had squandered love
On an unworthy man
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O' stay my love
Just a heartbeat more
for I love you from my very core
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Even in death you fire and shoot
I bury my boy to a gun salute
Then you hand me a medal
and call this Valor
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