Lost count of how many original songs I’ve buried on this site. Here’s another—took longer to upload than write and record. Lyrics:

C#m
BPM 124
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if the souls of the departed
could be resurrected
what an army that would be
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if the money that’s been wasted
could be reinstated
what a fortune that would be
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but the past is the past
and it ain’t coming back
and i’m stuck with a present
blacker than black
and I’m cold as a stone
and i’m dry as a bone
and i’m fooling no one
coz no one is at home
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if the food that’s been gorged
could be restored
what a feast that would be
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if the love that’s been lost
were returned at no cost
what an orgy that would be
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but the past is the past
and it ain’t coming back
and i’m stuck with a present
blacker than black
and I’m cold as a stone
and i’m dry as a bone
and i’m fooling no one
coz no one is at home
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