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It's Enough To Cry / Meet Me Where

by Steven P Robinson

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I've got nothing left, in the tank, I've got nothing left, in the bank, Those dreams we had were so absurd, Still I think you meant every single word, I don’t know how, I don’t know why, We end up here, it’s enough to cry. All my hopes, quickly dashed, All my fears, remain unabashed, All my desires, under lock & key, All my thoughts, scattered aimlessly, I don’t know how, I don’t know why, We end up here, it’s enough to cry. It seems like we’re heading for collision, I’d apply the brakes but I’m not in control, I don’t think you’ll find this a starting admission, Each and every day sure takes its toll. Bite the hand, that feeds you, Give yourself a good talking to, How we reminisce, it feels good at first, Until we’re through with every verse, I don’t know how, I don’t know why, We end up here, it’s enough to cry. It seems like we’re heading for collision, I’d apply the brakes but I’m not in control, I don’t think you’ll find this a starting admission, Each and every day sure takes its toll.
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Meet me in the place that we used to know, Meet me where the branches cower in the snow, I hope to god that you recall my face, I hope to god your memory left a little trace. Meet me where the sun always hits the door, Meet me where the paint chipped off the wall, I hope to god that it maintains it’s charm, I hope to god that it still brings me calm. Old feelings come and go, The past is present, it calls me, It won’t leave me alone. Old feelings come and go, The past is present, oh how it calls me, How it makes itself known. Meet me where your blue eyes flicker soft, Meet me where your expression gets lost and lost, I hope to god that you’ll wait for me, I hope to god that you’ll wait patiently. Meet me where the hour is never dark, Meet me where it’s safe to no longer talk, I hope to god that we can stall time, I hope to god, it would be the perfect crime. Old feelings come and go, The past is present, it calls me, It won’t leave me alone. Old feelings come and go, The past is present, oh how it calls me, How it makes itself known.

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released May 13, 2021

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Steven P Robinson Chicago, Illinois

Originally from England, now residing in Chicago, I'm a singer-songwriter operating under the not too imaginative nom de plume Steven P. Robinson. Once described in some strange backhanded compliment as 'The King of Oxfam Folk' by now defunct music website Angry Ape for my beg, borrow, steal attitude to songwriting, I create mainly lo-fi tunes that I release as EP's. ... more

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