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I like Springsteen, so what already? Come on, he's a classy songwriter.

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Little Tommy Treadmill works every hour God sends
Saving for a Friday night out drinking for his friends.
But where he's going to find them, ain't nobody knows,
Their addresses and their numbers, he lost them long ago.
So Friday night comes, he stands with his round
All he thinks is 'how many drinks does it take a man to drown?'

Seen a lot of souls, with nowhere left to go
Don't know where they've been to, or how they'll get back home.

GI Joe had to go and leave the war behind
Didn't see that civvy street was all he was going to find.
It's all confusing when you don't know who to fight
No-one there to tell you who is in the right.
So now he walks, hands clenched in a fist
Don't know how to talk, who to kill and who to kiss

Seen a lot of souls, with nowhere left to go
Don't know where they've been to, or how they'll get back home.

Matador on the midnight streets, his sword is broke
Everyone who hears him speak would swear it's all a joke.
But he can still remember nights the moon was full
Cheering of the crowd and the falling of the bull.
Now he's only trying to see his wine won't spill
Hold himself up crying, on a windowsill

Seen a lot of souls, with nowhere left to go
Don't know where they've been to, or how they'll get back home.
And we are two more souls, with nowhere left to go
Don't know wherewe've been to, or how we'll get back home.

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from Only a Singer of Songs, released March 16, 2015

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Sam Dale Stockholm, Sweden

Could be better, could be worse. Isnt either.

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