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Substance of Being part II

from Passengers by Boab Millar

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Life in the big city

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It's cold in the city like you wouldn't believe
Cold as the heart of the one who won't dream
Made like the iron on the black knights coat
Sharp like the points on the horns of the goat
Slippy like the monkey who don't wan to get caught
Useless as the check book of the Liberty bank
Trying like a mountain man fighting a bear
Crying like a kitten when her mothers not there
Hold

It's cold in the heart of the banker who laughs
It's tight in a corner of the swimming pool bath
I once had a honey and she gave it for free
Now she loves everybody, everybody but me
She told me she loved me but that was a lie
She left for my best friend and she didn't say why
I can't spit a sentence for the hatred in me
If it wasn't for the city lord knows where I'd be
Cold

In a never ending story just where do you begin
The wages of greed are the wages of sin
A man takes a life cause he didn't believe
The shock waves are coming and they're coming for me
I once broke the back of a horse on my farm
I never had a woman one to hold back my arm
I'm living in streets that don't care what I know
The lights never leave me it's as if they know
Know

Refrain;

Live by the seaside
Take in the salt
Listen to Momma
She know what you want

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from Passengers, track released October 20, 2013

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Boab Millar Glasgow, UK

Singer songwriter from Glasgow UK.

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