This Town
this town breathes with me
it is tired and it is dirty
but its stupid charm links arms
it takes me to the beach
and past strange arcades
this town smiles so strange
and it has a grandfather’s face
so i will live in this place
with small town attitudes
and with small town solitude
i am just about who i am
i have nothing left to lose
if we were in a new land
would i be the one you chose
this town takes my hand
i am part of its past
a past i cannot understand
yet it finds me with ease
this town is a contradiction
but i have the keys
James Garratt – April 2000
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This Town – Written April 2000 (Aged 25)
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