On The Ground Floor
i’m on the ground floor
no one lives upstairs
i’m on the phone by the door
you’re no good for me
i don’t like you anymore
no one lives upstairs
i’m on the ground floor
i work all day,
in my bid to stay in the fight
i struggle and i strive
after all as soon as we are born
no one is going out of here alive
i’m on the ground floor
there are only ghosts upstairs
nothing there for me
i sit by the door on a wooden chair
i’m on the ground floor
James Garratt – October 1997
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On The Ground Floor – Written October 1997 (Aged 22)
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