Ballad for the dreamers

by Charlywood

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Child of the eighties, my senses forsake me, I’m out on my own
It’s all in my diary and the way that I’m smiling, leave me alone
And I think about trials, as well as the care free days of childhood
It’s getting harder to find the time to think of nothing at all
And now it’s all about mortgages and loans to fly to Cyprus
Who’d have thought I’d be better off in school?

I’ll write a “to do” list I know what to do is, wait until June
I can’t take it lightly there’s so much to excite me. My career will start soon
But then I think about fish oil and its power to heal arthritis
And someone told me my hair will keep on growing when I’m dead
Don’t you know I’m a master in the art of self-distraction
Someone tell me what I’m supposed to do

Oh please don’t make me think about my problems
Save me because it’s real life I can’t cope with and oh….
Maybe I can sleep into regression
But now that I’m old, why wasn’t I told?
Now that I’m old, and what have I done?

Oh please don’t make me think about my problems
Save me because it’s real life I can’t cope with and oh….
Maybe I can sleep into regression
But now that I’m old, why wasn’t I told?
Now that I’m old, and what have I done?

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released February 12, 2012
Vocals & Guitars: Andrew Charlewood
Drums: Fabian Natter
Double bass & Backing vox: Lina Neuner

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