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She’s waiting for her hero
The one who promised but never arrived
She wanders aimless through the metropolis struggling to survive

She’s drowning in a sea of pretentious fools
Useless hypocrites using false tongues as tools
Quoting Einstein in their Starbucks coffee cups just for fun
Making eye contact, he leans and whispers, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
Don’t break your concentration, go back to your laptop screen
I don’t want your pity. Please, I’m begging, let me be

She’s got a knitted scarf that her mother made her when she was ten
Weather’s reckless but she has no protection from the rain
She wears no makeup but non-existent mascara still streams down her face
She’s just drifting round from hopeless place to hopeless place

They don’t give a damn
The people passing by just bump and bruise her shoulder
She takes the busy train in silence. The atmosphere keeps on getting colder
Quoting Shakespeare in graffiti on the wall
Passing pseudo intellect, she knows that she stands tall among the city folk who play the kings and queens looking down on all creation.
Evil rules the nation of this town.

She’s consumed by fits of laughter laced with rage
Moving cocktail bar to bistro, desperate to escape this cage
Looking over every bridge, she tries to will herself to dive
Overcome, her restless tormented soul is still alive

She’s waiting for her hero
Waiting for her hero still
The one who promised but never arrived
She’s struggling to survive

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from Keys To The Quarantine Club, released March 27, 2020

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Phil Graham Leeds, UK

Phil Graham is an acoustic singer-songwriter from Alston, Cumbria, UK. His new EP "think" is out now!

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