Thea Gilmore
Thea Gilmore - The Loading Game lyrics
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Well, the girls round here, they don't know their names They don't know the truth from the loading game It's a hard knock school full of closing doors And you take your time and you take what's yours Where will you go my blue eyed son? How will you see? Where will you run? 'Cause the folk round here, well, they're not to blame They don't know the truth from the loading game And the boys 'round here, they all got the means They all got the cash but they don't got the dreams And they'll break your heart and they'll break your will Until nothing's left but the space you fill Where will you go my blue eyed son? How will you see? Where will you run? 'Cause the folk round here, well, they're not to blame They don't know the truth from the loading game Well, here you stand braced against the storm Darling, take my hand, let me keep you warm This belonged to me, now it belongs to you And I'll take my place in the passing through And I won't run from anything But I will stand and I will sing And the tune you learn, well, it's not the same But it makes its mark on the loading game