The Ends Of The Earth

from by Paul Liddell

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When I think about this place
And the way that we live here
It's starting to feel like
The ends of the earth
I'm so tied up with this place
When watching the grey waves
Punching the storm wall
That I feel nothing at all

I was made out of this place
Claimed at the day of my birth
I could step out my front door
And fall from the face of the earth

I think about leaving
As i stare at the ceiling
While spectres of smoke stacks
Come fill up my mind
The boundaries are thin here
There's nothing except fear
Between the places we live in
And nothing at all

I was made out of this place
Claimed at the day of my birth
I could step out my front door
And fall from the face of the earth

I was made out of this place
Claimed at the day of my birth
I could step out my front door
And fall from the face of the earth

I was made and I'll stay here
At the ends of the earth

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from The Ends Of The Earth - Single, released September 22, 2013

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Paul Liddell Sunderland, UK

Paul's modern take on the 'one man band' using live loops, guitar percussion, harmonies and effects has seen him support artists such as Turin Brakes, Jon Gomm and Billy Bragg. A diverse and challenging writer with a unique voice, his live performances range from whispering intensity to a white knuckle, edge of your seat, ear splittingly glorious racket. ... more

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