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The Conversation
04:06
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When the papers start to stacking
All aligned around the room
When the boxes are all emptied
And it’s nearing half past noon
Oooo
You think back to when it all
made sense to be around
When the tables hadn’t turned
Your feet planted on the ground
Oooo
And everything you said that night
keeps ringing in my ears
You said you gave up the ghost
and was consumed by all your fears
And everything is different now
You’ll never be the same
The joke’s on me now
I’ll take the blame
Oooo....
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2. |
Girls Are Grown And Gone
04:16
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Sitting still makes my head spin
spinning round; life sets in
Well now you’re counterclockwise and you over-analyze
Waiting here makes my head spin
Dreaming big; life may begin
Well now you’re independent and well-meant
Well, now you’re laughing
When you should be crying
And the girls are grown and gone
The girls are grown and gone
Girls are grown and gone
The girls are grown and gone
Staring at the neon signs
The bright lights; it’s a clever design
And you reminisce in synthesis
Well, now you’re laughing
When you should be crying
And you’re laughing
When you should be crying
And the girls are grown and gone
The girls are grown and gone
Girls are grown and gone
The girls are grown and gone
Well, now you’re laughing
When you should be crying
And you’re laughing
When you should be crying
And you’re laughing
When you should be crying
Laughing......crying......
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3. |
Neither here...
05:15
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Oh, that sinking feeling
It’s back again—
Back to call your bluff
And it reminds you of the wasted time
In a world that doesn’t wait for you
And it tears you up inside, I know
Oh, those racing thoughts
They’re back again—
Back to rob your mind
And they remind you of the chances lost
And I wonder if you think of me
In the way that I think of you
Oh, You’re not here
No
Oh, You’re not here
No
Countdown 10 to 12:
You’re back again—
Back to clean the slate
And you’ve allowed yourself to take the blame
For the time you’ve spent building walls
I’m sorry...I’m sorry...
Oh, you’re not here
No
Oh, you’re not here
No
Oh, you’re not here
No
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4. |
Done
05:13
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Ooo
Ooo
These days it seems your skin’s been thicker
than your blood
And heavy are your dreams you’ve had
running through the mud
Well, maybe your heart’s been yellow
And maybe there’s no place for you to go
But, now I am done
No more games or tricks to play
on my mind
For now, I am one
No more days to slip through
my fingers
Ooo
Repeat the words; collect your thoughts
and turn it upside down
Tomorrow’s not today, they say
until it comes around
Well, maybe your heart’s an open door
And now, I am done
no more games or tricks to play
on my mind
For now I am one.
No more days to slip through
my fingers
Ooo
Ooo...
Ooo
And now I am done
No more games or tricks to play
on my mind
For now I am one
No more days to slip through
my fingers.
Now I am done
No more games or tricks to play
on my mind
and now I am one
No more days to slip through
my fingers
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5. |
Triangle
04:39
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I take your calls
and I’ll tear down my walls
It’s just a little bit too soon
for me
Stolen moments
on borrowed time -
it’s just a little bit too soon
for you
and me,
but we try...try...try
in this triangle
She cried
and you lied
and we died
in this triangle
Two hearts to tend,
to comfort and to mend
It’s just a little bit too hard
to run
You’ll keep two candles lit,
but it burns you on both ends
It’s just a little bit too hard
for you
and me,
but we try...try...try
in this triangle
She cried
and you lied
and we died
in this triangle
Ooo...
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Sangster Los Angeles, California
Sangster is Afton Hefley. Chosen to honor her maternal grandmother, a musician, like herself.
She recalls her
earliest memories of music making - singing in her church choir and tender, young piano lessons. Her songs are a rich mixture of folk and organic textures with classical and jazz sensibilities in a classic pop song form; warm and inviting, straightforward and authentic.
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