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Sam Draper
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I'm staring at a blank page And it feels like you've already won Borders filled with how you all feel And everything everyone's done Dining out on stories That aren't yours to tell Pretending that you don't care When all you ever do is care I'll play the same three chords In every song I write I'll play the same three chords I'll play them all fucking night Well you call yourself a poet 'Cos you put some words you wrote in a book And you sold it to your close friends And they lied about giving it to their friends So you moved to the country Like you moved to the city And you found a way to make this work Like he finds a way to make this work When you're sitting on the nightbus alone Don't worry, I know When all of his friends have gone home Don't worry, I know Well the streets are getting empty And the people have so much to say They don't bother to board the derelicts And they hope we feel the same way When you get so caught up in the moment don't forget You weren't the first to work out just how shit it can get But don't worry, no one's sick of you just yet Don't worry, no one is sick of you just yet
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