LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION
A cover of Les Actons song about a failed relationship.
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I spend my evening with the heroes The ones who sing their songs and play guitars

The ones who dissipate my sorrows they help me pass the empty hours

Now the whisky bottle is getting lower and smoke fills the empty air

And I swear that the clocks are ticking slower I don`t look at their faces I don`t dare.



I dread the brightness of the morning, cause the light brings back memories of you

The first rays of sun bring the warning, that the pain will soon come flooding through

Now the whisky bottle is empty, and it rolls from the table to the floor

And all of the heroes are silenced, as the light shows through the crack beneath the door



Dark clouds are gathering in the distance Theres a rumble of thunder in the sky

I sit and wait for the storm to break and alone I will live the lie

The lie is that I don`t need you, The lie is that I never cared

The lie is I do not miss you the truth is in my despair


I spend my evening with the heroes The ones who sing their songs and play guitars

The ones who dissipate my sorrows they help me pass the empty hours