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home of steve connolly music, stephen connolly SC also on youtube.com
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Imitations of Happiness
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She wakes up at dawn to the sound of the train,
Dreams of a future, but it's holding her pain.
Sacrificing her moment, counting each dime,
Chasing a light that's just lost in time.
With the weight of the world on her shoulder so strong,
She gives every piece of her heart, moves along.
In a barroom somewhere, under dim neon light,
Lonely men gather to forget their own fights.
[Chorus]
They pay with their stories, their hopes wrapped in rhyme,
Just to find comfort in the echoes of time.
Yearning for touch, to feel heard once again,
In a craft as old as that sweet siren's hymn.
True happiness hiding in places we roam,
Even an imitation can bring us back home.
[Verse 2]
She sits in a corner, with her head held high,
Daring to dream as the night passes by.
Trading her moments for what might come next,
These fleeting connections, so complex.
With a smile that hides all the tears that she's shed,
She knows that the future is still filled with dread,
But she dances on faith, each step part of her plan,
Reaching for dreams in a world full of men.
[Chorus]
They pay with their stories, their hopes wrapped in rhyme,
Just to find comfort in the echoes of time.
Yearning for touch, to feel heard once again,
In a craft as old as that sweet siren's hymn.
True happiness hiding in places we roam,
Even an imitation can bring us back home.
He sits by the fire with regrets in his eyes,
Breaking his heart to wear a disguise.
In the arms of a stranger, he finds his release,
Just a moment of solace, a taste of sweet peace.
And she whispers to him, "It's all gonna be fine,
Just close your eyes and let the stars align."
Though the truth may be heavy, they share in the light,
In this dance of illusion, they make it through the night.
[Chorus]
They pay with their stories, their hopes wrapped in rhyme,
Just to find comfort in the echoes of time.
Yearning for touch, to feel heard once again,
In a craft as old as that sweet siren's hymn.
True happiness hiding in places we roam,
Even an imitation can bring us back home
So here's to the dreamers, the lovers and such,
The moments they chase that don't cost much.
In a world so uncertain, they carry the fight,
Happiness painted in shades of the night.
Through imitations of joy, they find a way through,
For it's not always real, but enough to feel true.
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Lyrics Credits: Steve Connolly
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Music Credits: Steve Connolly
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Producer Credits: Steve Connolly
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Song Length: 5:46
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Primary Genre: Country-Contemporary
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Secondary Genre: -
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Language: English
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