Edward Hughes
Edward Hughes lives a lie,
With a flask of gin by his side.
No one watches when, they don't think of him,
There's no telling if he will pull through.
Wide awake, reading books,
Scratching notes, revising old plans.
No don't think of me, I am all I need.
I'm the pages that you'll never see.
Edward Hughes lives alone,
Petrified of being alive.
Look at everyone, wishing they were young.
Slave to steady jobs, steady as she comes and goes.
And the others play off the older ones.
Waiting for some golden day, for that golden age
When luck will change.
Edward Hughes, counts his teeth,
Pulls his hair from the drain of the sink.
Just another day, I'll wash it all away,
I'll take these filthy hands, I'll be a better man.
I'll take my medicine and positive thinking,
I''ll forget what I've done, start it all again.
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Edward Hughes
Edward Hughes lives a lie,
With a flask of gin by his side.
No one watches when, they don't think of him,
There's no telling if he will pull through.
Wide awake, reading books,
Scratching notes, revising old plans.
No don't think of me, I am all I need.
I'm the pages that you'll never see.
Edward Hughes lives alone,
Petrified of being alive.
Look at everyone, wishing they were young.
Slave to steady jobs, steady as she comes and goes.
And the others play off the older ones.
Waiting for some golden day, for that golden age
When luck will change.
Edward Hughes, counts his teeth,
Pulls his hair from the drain of the sink.
Just another day, I'll wash it all away,
I'll take these filthy hands, I'll be a better man.
I'll take my medicine and positive thinking,
I''ll forget what I've done, start it all again.
Edward Hughes lives a lie,
With a flask of gin by his side.
No one watches when, they don't think of him,
There's no telling if he will pull through.
Wide awake, reading books,
Scratching notes, revising old plans.
No don't think of me, I am all I need.
I'm the pages that you'll never see.
Edward Hughes lives alone,
Petrified of being alive.
Look at everyone, wishing they were young.
Slave to steady jobs, steady as she comes and goes.
And the others play off the older ones.
Waiting for some golden day, for that golden age
When luck will change.
Edward Hughes, counts his teeth,
Pulls his hair from the drain of the sink.
Just another day, I'll wash it all away,
I'll take these filthy hands, I'll be a better man.
I'll take my medicine and positive thinking,
I''ll forget what I've done, start it all again.
Writer: Adam Tomlinson
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm