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An outtake from recordings for the album "Damn Poets". These songs are sketches or demos of songs that didn't make the record.
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The first thing you ever did was ask me to make the crusting for the pie
Out on the balcony I stood shooting the breeze and repotting chives
And I kept my distance
Over vodka and apple juice we solved international conflicts overnight
World's greatest diplomat I was, telling drunken Turkish lies
Still I kept my distance
I can carry a simple tune but you've got younger, bigger dreams than I
I'm happy just to be, and maybe have the occasional insight
And to keep my distance
Last thing you ever did was throw your vodka into the chives
I don't think they survived
And I kept my distance
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