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Faintly So

Soaked eye dish-dog, working in the morning
Hopping on the bus, now get some sleep
Music was a woman, her men she’s grinding
Get to bottom of that basement leak

Post you a smile, flaunting dress
All my friends are looking you up
Said, I’d be here but not for long
I’m grinning, faintly so

Got savings from a joke, he made me run down for it
Told me, “Don’t be misunderstood
There’s only one fib in every story boy
That there’s ever an end.”

What face she wearing? What face you need, Boy?
It isn’t wheels, watering holes or that way she walks
Pacing up the shop aisle, for that Christmas toy
Running down the lanes, like strung out strays

In the bath, staring at the window, listen out
Nothing in the tune of a silent Summer night
She came through the door, didn’t even knock
Something in that, I’m dim, she’s right

I felt worse then, pen in the ink pot
Rusting in black cement
Should have got ready, should have got better
Should have maybe listened to every lecture
You mentioned there’s a man in every coward

I fought that red-haired wolf by the roadside
Playing dead in the gutter, never again
Next time take your own bullet baby
Bicycling away you never told me anything

We go a mile, how we’re blessed
All your friends shook me down
Take my money, honey, always it’s free
They’re all smiling, faintly so

I saw the photo, days after ours days
Knew by that, the silly little tip of the hat
Stole my best idea, took it to the world
I say the show was boring, the tickets steep

Put up with the Gods, all the howling children
See you in the dollar bin by the checkout darling
But if you’re not on the double, just maybe then
Don’t pick up the phone, call by my bathroom window

It’s the only way your getting in now
I’ll here your music from the lane ways
Might just lean over and slide it shut 
I’ll be smiling then, so faintly so

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