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Balls
02:03
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These days I fight the urge to say something, to you,
If there was a point I doubt I'd get through, through to you,
But now I've stumbled I'm at the bottom of the bottle again,
It's easier to say you were my friend,
It's no fun when you come home to an empty house,
It's always so fucking lonely, the silence drowns you out,
Out of place, out of touch with the human race,
Is this what it feels like to be free, free of you,
And if only you would talk to me you'd see I'm not as strong as I claim to be,
I burned these bridges,
Put up these walls,
Set up the pins,
And handed you my balls,
And you set me up for a fall,
And I fell and I lost, it all,
When I fell for the girl who had more balls
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I'm sorry
02:09
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Balls (acoustic)
01:40
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Mallrats Kildare, Ireland
I strum a few chords and call it music. Not looking for money, these are just demos.
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