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For most of my life I've played that game of chance.
Time has passed and stories remain of romance.
But the morning comes and dreams begin to slip away.
Back to work. Another dollar another day.

Well they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
And if something ain't broken, why would it need a fix?
But the morning comes and soon a week becomes a day
I thought you were mine but you turned to me with nothing to say

Whatcha gonna do when the Matador
waves her cape and makes you shake until you fall to the floor?
The Matador. . .
You thought you could win but you've been here before

Well they say you’ll get burned if you reach for the flame
and when you’re alone and try to love it’s the same
But then you wonder could you have something new?
Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s meant only for you.

Whatcha gonna do when the Matador
waves her cape and makes you shake until you fall to the floor?
The Matador. . .
You thought you could win but you've been here before

When my head goes down
Then the lights go out

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from Some Things We'll Change, released March 3, 2017

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George Fetner (and the Strays) Columbia, South Carolina

His guises have included stormy Britfolk songwriter (Some Things We’ll Change) and avant-garde composer (Beneath the Ice). But Fetner seems most natural fronting The Strays, a rangy and loose-limbed rock ‘n’ roll ensemble that’s built for a good time: Swirling Hammond swells, greasy Tom Petty-isms, bubbly pep — these are the calling cards of a songwriter built to bridge crowds. edited, Free Times ... more

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