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The Second Collection

by Robert Ely

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Come Saturday I was on my own Looked out the window and you were gone I don't mind if I have got a price to pay Just as long as you've gone away I don't know just where to turn Been on my back since I started to learn Things ain't seem to be going my way Think its time for me to get away With her lips like wine You don't wanna know The taste of being full Whisper to me in my sleep How long do these memories have to keep Am I cursed? Am I alive? Why do I got to have this pride? With her lips like wine You don't wanna know The taste of being full
2.
where i am i find you again where i look youre there you spook some may fall but im tall youre my ghost a friend that died long ago you breed pain right from your face cats in berets are coming my way to throw egg on my face where i go you always know what i said you're always there
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Breather 02:47
Spread my wine Across the world Drink in swine Tomorrow's pure Did you ever feel like maybe You breathe too much? I'm the kid From over the way I come within The praiseful way Did you ever feel like maybe You breathe too much? Did you ever feel maybe You were losing touch? Did you ever feel like maybe You breathe too much?
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Wage 03:32
knock knock knock on wood 'til I'm understood I won't hold my breath No no not just yet I won't go suffocating Just to find a friend I am of the age Where I pay my wage To society Ten percent a week But what does it get me? More roads that I don't need You're no more than me What else can I believe? I am on my way To my final day There won't be a noise Just another boy On his way to hell Don't you know he fell

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released January 25, 2012

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Robert Ely Melbourne, Australia

Rob Ely was born and raised around the grazing pastures of Kelly country, at the foot of the Strathbogies, in North-East Victoria.

Rob Ely writes indie-folk musings about the heart, life and the absurdity of existence, marrying melancholic guitar with powerful vocals . He loves the process of writing and recording his own work.

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