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Musical Chairs

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I pictured an angel, through my window, last night,
I knew it was the fog, but the illusion was nice.
She spoke in a language that I cannot translate,
Through the sound of the clock, and the splash of the rain.

I’m a simple man, really, if you see it my way.
I’ve been playing with words like you play with your face.

And I need a little time to myself every day,
Just because… let’s just leave it that way.

Now, what you call a heart, it’s an old distant song
That’s been echoing inside you since before you were born.

You sure ain’t the first one, to dance to that thump
And you won’t be the last, babe, to replace it with junk.

I’m a simple man, really, if you see it my way.
I don’t need more than six strings, to get me through the day.
Yes, I’ve been playing with words, but if you want to compare,
You’ve been selling me love like it’s musical chairs.

I don’t need a contract, just to audit myself,
I don’t need no detective, just to track back my trail.
I pictured an angel, through my window, last night
And I woke up this morning, staring into your eyes.

I’m a simple man, baby, all my tears they’ve been spent.
All I have is today, and I’m easily led…
By the sun through the clouds, by small details like death.
If you see it my way, I’m a real simple man.

I’m a simple man, baby, all I’ve got is today,
If you see it that way, I’m a real simple man.

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Catalogue number: GC064

Year of induction into catalogue: 2016

written by: Lata Gouveia

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