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Janie, what ever happened to you?
You’re worn down, gave them more than you really needed.
Janie, you thought you wrote all the rules,
An empty glass, seems you’re down to your last tune.
Didn’t you care about that?

Well now your Mom’s asleep, so you put on your best coat.
You take a hit, then you wonder just who knows.
And who’ll care about that.

What of all the times you swore that you would never,
Never surrender?

Now you talk about it like you know,
Even when it’s just for show.
The same old words that you used before.
Remember we said we wouldn’t steal from the beast,
But Janie, this life is only fit for thieves.

Champagne, you drink to level the score.
You got your money, never asked what they paid you for.
What did you think about that?
(Well now you) reach for a railing but the iron has rusted away,
Your bed of roses is just the devil’s bouquet.
But how would you know about that?

What of all the times you swore that you would never,
Never surrender?

Now you talk about it like you know,
Even when it’s just for show.
The same old words that you used before.
Remember we said we wouldn’t steal from the beast,
But Janie, this life is only fit for thieves.

Now you talk about it like you know,
Even when it’s just for show.
The same old words, that you used before.
Remember we said we wouldn’t steal from the beast,
But Janie, this life is only fit for thieves.

But Janie, this life is only fit for thieves (repeat x3)

Janie, what ever happened to me?
I’m worn down, gave them more than I really needed.
Well, how’d you hear about that?
Well Janie, this is my last confession.
Nobody’s perfect but I’ll do my best to finish.
I’ll write it out somehow.
Because at least, I can call it,
Oh at least, I can call it my own.

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from Waiting For A Sign, released November 24, 2015

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Ted Bazil New York, New York

I'm Ted, and I've posted here some music that I've recorded and/or written. Hopefully you'll like it.

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