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I Coulda Been A Contender

I have no idea why but I woke up with this stuck in my head. Posted here in an attempt to externalise it and get on with my day:

I’m broke and I’m hungry, I’m hard up and I’m lonely
I’ve been dancing on this killing floor for years
And of the few things I am certain, I’m the captain of my burden
I’m sorry doll, I could never stop the rain

Once you said I was your hero
You would dance with me on a dime
We could spin this world right right right round
And catch back up on the flip side

I was gonna get this real big engine
I was gonna get them Broadway stars
You were gonna be my Judy Garland
We were gonna share your tin man heart

There’s a dirty wind blowin’, there’s a storm front comin’ in
There’s an SOS on the seas tonight
Steady now, steady now, soldier, hold fast now
It’s heads or tails and heart attacks and broken dreams tonight

We used to drive all night
All over town
We’d go waltzing Matilda
When Matilda came around

I sang them blues to you

There’s a dirty wind blowin’, there’s a storm front comin’ in
There’s an SOS on the seas tonight
Steady now, steady now, soldier, hold fast now
It’s heads or tails and heart attacks and broken dreams tonight

There’s a dirty wind blowin’, there’s a storm front comin’ in
There’s an SOS on the seas tonight
Steady now, steady now, soldier, hold fast now
It’s heads or tails and heart attacks and broken dreams

And heart attacks and broken dreams
Atlantis is my only dream tonight

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