Black Hole

Remember we were neighbours, 'Till you moved over the way. I hear you're almost famous, While I'm still working the days. You got your friends on wages, With that deal soon to be made. I'm falling back on favours, That I can't ever repay I'm sick of all the same old faces. Keep turning me down, and taking me to lower places. Can't say that I've found any other new replacements. So maybe I'm bound to forever turn, And face this. Black hole of a town, no you don't escape it. You turned your back on David, Stole from Steven and then surrendered all they gave yeh You trade your pleasure for pain, You're on the scale of failure. And god knows I am the same, So music is my savior. To my soul everyday. I'm sick of all the same old faces. Keep turning me down, and taking me to, Lower places. Can't say that I've found any other, New replacements. So maybe I'm bound to forever turn, And face this. Black hole of a town, no you don't escape it.

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