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Old SongsWell, this is a story about a girl called TinaHusband, two kids and never would you see her Do a, thing like this She said it all started with a little kiss to the cheek Till he went to the neck and by that time, they're on the next step to A little, every Saturday evening, without any judgment that's another girl cheatin' Leavin' the family behind Said she fell in love with the man on the side Poison of the mind, oh no Poison of the mind, oh no Here we go then Old songs, old songs I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me And old songs now, and old songs I hear your whispers, howlin' at the sea Old songs, old songs Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep Seas From the darkest, deeper now, so deep Sea Her five-year marriage just down the drain And Tina only had herself to blame For the antics, said he was a downright romantic The sex was fantastic A few years and then the regret crept in Tina sits back and all she can sing is Old songs, old songs I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me And old songs now, and old songs I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas Old songs, old songs Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep Seas From the darkest, deeper now, so deep Sea See, George is a man who loved his white lightin' Thunder roars and city lights shinin' Over a man too drunk to understand No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then No penny in his pocket to feed an addiction then Anyways, it was a daily routine George to the pub and his wife off to clean But what she didn't know is that her man's left broken Pissed up the wall while his liver's left soaking I ain't joking, she didn't have a clue A habit to a problem, now what's he gonna do Is it time that he needs? To change the path he leads As he looks to the man in the sky for an answer please Done with the lies and all the drunken nights Head in his hands as he ponders 'pon his life But it's all just, familiar to him now He sits back and all he can sing is Old songs, old songs I hear you comin', hear you comin' for me And old songs now, and old songs I hear your whispers, howlin' at the seas Old songs, old songs Memories surface from the depths of the darkest deep, so deep Seas From the darkest deep, so deep Seas |