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A poet picks his words with care
With calculating poise
His woman too, he might calculate
But when he's done, he's done

A sucker I got caught up by love
Was it real? Did it count?
You sing 'bout how you killed the man
That mean it's done? It's done

How many times have I thought these thoughts?
If I cared I might count
You might have killed the man dear, but he killed you too

An artists pushes paint around
The expressions in the wrist
He'll flick his brush to make you weep
But when he's done, he's done

I might have got what I deserved
For fucking with your head
Still I can't help but believe
That we're not done, not done

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from For Everybody And No One, released April 22, 2018

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Matt Midgley UK

Matt Midgley is a Scottish solo-acoustic musician currently based in Oxfordshire. Some people have said the following nice things about him and his music:

“Matt is a one man sledgehammer of in your face emotion and raw talent”
Mike Dawes, 2014

"highly-skilled, compellingly entertaining"
Guardian Music, 2012


"outstanding guitar virtuoso; excellent voice"
Icarus Club London, 2011
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