Activities of Stanley Coffin

We laughed we cried we kissed
I was so happy things I thought couldn't get any better than this,

I was young and this was new for I fell deeply in love with you,
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The end of a hot summers day,
You ease yourself into the old wooden rocking chair that's showing signs of decay,
An old bottle of scotch with a little ice and dry,
A cool sea breeze, a porch and an afternoon sky,
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Me I Glen Fiddich and dry on our way to oblivion,
A place only those who've known will recognise,
Honey of the gods nectare of the people, the road to truth and redemption,
Stripping away the boundarys knocking down the walls ignoring the rules laying the questions bare so Glen Fiddich will allow you to share and it will take you to where sobriety would not dare,
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I could hear the tears in your voice every word running down your cheek
I could hear the pain when you did speak
But sadly we knew there was no other choice,
Of this moment I did dread of these moments where couples part it was never my intent to cause you pain but to love you instead,
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Sometimes the ties we make come apart and times are they best be left undone,
Don't let the fretting for the better days blind you to the error of your ways,
Things happen for a reason though it may not seem like it today, for tomorrow is like another season, Like the clearing of a mist revealing the day, the passage of time unveils the mistakes that you made that hid in the shadows of the rose coloured glasses you wore,
When in desperation you cling to those things that are no more,
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Beyond the pain and misery upon each other we chose to inflict,
There flickered a light ever so small and so very slight ,
Hope disguised as a light that was so very frail, one slight bit of ill wind would put it out and see us fail,
By that glow ever so slowly we rebuilt our love in the shadows of all the doubt,
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If in the cold light of day you see no other way,
And that thing you cherish I do not possess then do what you think is right do what you feel is best,
Set me free and let our feelings be, For conflict is a tiresome beast it brings forth the worst in beings,
It seems it's only purpose is to injure maime and slight,
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Old old love, no more new young love,
There ain't going to be no nursery no flowers nor no gifts to mark every anniversary,
Just me at the end of the day saying love throw a beer my way,
If you truly loved me you'd agree this is how we are going to be,
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You close your eyes and open the door to the chaos that is your mind,
A reminder of your life and stresses that has unfortunately become your daily grind,
Under the shade of a bloodwood tree you ponder the feeling of being free,
Slowly you start to unwind the ringing in your ears a sign of the frenetic life you've left behind,
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