Brettell - Telling Stories lyrics

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she came across, a batch of my photos <br />

and invitations to her best friends parties<br />

a dressing gown with dirty in-ter-raction<br />

from someone else<br />

a famous diary, from my early teen hood.<br />

when I’m bored, I find inspiration <br />

from any songs I’ve ever known<br />

and opened up a closing wall<br />

she said ’ we were nothing but being bored ’<br />

<br />

cause then she started telling stories<br />

stories about how we did we first meet<br />

she was telling loads of stories<br />

stories that she made up for her own self<br />

and she was never holding on, holding back<br />

about the fact we were an end<br />

<br />

when she went, I left to the station<br />

with a bag and some inspiration <br />

she then said ’ if your not careful, you’ll have nothing left<br />

and nothing to live for,<br />

from when your 19 till your 70. ’<br />

I sat up, kept looking forward<br />

I didn’t mind, her eyes were sore<br />

I’m walking through the wooden door<br />

I will never find myself wanting more<br />

<br />

cause then she started telling stories<br />

stories about how we did we first meet<br />

she was telling loads of stories<br />

stories that she made up for her own self<br />

and she was never holding on, holding back<br />

about the fact we were an end<br />

I was just hoping that, looking back<br />

I could always rely on a friend <br />

<br />

the time has come<br />

to pick up the pieces and<br />

find a room, with lots of spaces<br />

all the junk that she’ld been missing<br />

some where here but come were missing<br />

in the station, where we parted<br />

she never dreamt that I would get to be<br />

the song writer you’ve always wanted to see<br />

but I knew despite of dreams<br />

she’ll be sitting somewhere near with me<br />

<br />

cause then she started telling stories<br />

stories about how we did we first meet<br />

she was telling loads of stories<br />

stories that she made up for her own self<br />

and she was never holding on, holding back<br />

about the fact we were an end<br />

I was just hoping that, looking back<br />

I could always rely on a friend <br />

and she will always tell these stories<br />

we will never hear of the end<br />

cause she was always telling stories, we will never hear of the end