When too much of a good thing ends too much of a good thing.
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The Music Doesn’t Play Here Anymore By David Davis (Ravestar)
I was feeding off of your addiction
extracting pleasure from your pain
I didn’t realize this affliction
Would make things turn out this way
You taught me how to listen
Have a drink and sing along
But the spirits were on a mission
To put an end to our song
Chorus
And Now we’re, down trodden, feeling rotten
And the music doesn’t play here anymore
One day at a time, but without the wine
And I wonder what the future has in store
Oh oh no, oh no, did it have to go?
Oh oh no, oh no, did it have to go?
Did it have to turn out this way?
so much left to hear,but it may never play
Oh no, it had to go
You may have tried to warn me
But I know I wouldn’t hear
And all the things you chose to sell me
Were the things that I held dear
It’s hard not to wonder
Not to ponder our return
From this cloud we’ve fallen under
Is it possible to learn?
Chorus
And Now we’re, down trodden, feeling rotten
And the music doesn’t play here anymore
One day at a time, but without the wine
And I wonder what the future has in store
Oh oh no, oh no, did it have to go?
Oh oh no, oh no, did it have to go?
Did it have to turn out this way?
too much whiskey, gin and rum
chased it all away
Oh no, it had to go, it had to go
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