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Emma Pollock Watch The Fireworks

This house does not feel like a home, Is it occupied? This life is not one that I own, Do I dramatise? These days I think I'll stay at home, By the fireside

to keep silent, too Bear in mind one final thing, The solitude that it will bring If silence outlives everything, The residue will never thin Buried alive, And with nobody watching

Shout for the masses Here we go, And so begins the show And not for the first time, We step on the fault line And just like that, We watch the fireworks

the people I struggle to praise Oh, the pessimist Teach me to follow, But never to lead Teach me to stay down, And never succeed When everyone's watching

I drive through streets, I could walk for weeks Full of life or full of loneliness Whose eyes will I watch from Today? The day I signed, My horror signed

(Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah) There is fortune in my name, Currency in letters If this life is just a game, I'll try to play it better We all started just the same