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sitting in my room in glebe with rain falling in through the roof and watching black and white tv.. lovely

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its an endless joke
why do i always have to go home to myself
and whisper sweet nothings for noone to hear
i sit on the floor and i stare at the sky
i see the moon and i wish i could try
to imagine somebody else down the line
picking it up hearing me cry
i hear the voice but i can't see his face
i imagine him here lying in that place
his name fails me, have i met him before?
but i know iknow i know that he's mine
its not really so bad
in this silence
my pencil scratches on the paper
the words that i think
and i know you'l hear this one day
you'll hear what i say and go hey
she was talking about me
and i hadn't noticed her yet
how did she see what we were to be
but then you'll be holding
me in your arms
and we'll be there laughing
that we knew it all along
how we were once both all alone
lost and lonely looking for home
but we knew we knew we knew
it was there all the time

but i'm back now in this empty room
and i sigh becuase your still so far away
so i'll drink a glass of wine
and eat weetbix for tea
fall asleep on the seat in front of the tv
and know know know
you are waiting somewhere out there
for me
for me
for me

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from ideas inspiration and demos, track released May 12, 2009
melanie horsnell - guitar/vocals

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Melanie Horsnell Candelo, Australia

“A promise of a softly lit afternoon in the company of Melanie Horsnell… with a voice of the utmost delicateness… ”
— Bernard Zuel, The Sydney Morning Herald & The Age

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