by Emma Hallows

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    A split EP i did with French SInger/Songwriter Nicolas Quirin. Contains 3 previously unreleased tracks from me, and 4 from NIco.

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A bunch of song's I've recorded over the year's i thought i would release as a free to download package to mark me playing as Emma Hallows for a whole year.

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released April 1, 2012



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Emma Hallows Manchester, UK

Honest Folk/Punk from the North of England.

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Track Name: Sam's Floor
Well i don't know what i was thinking
I poured coffee on my foot
You escaped with out a reason baby
Or even a second look
And my trunk was still filled
With all of your clothes
From when you got evicted
And had no place to go
You pawned your favourite things
For money for the road
With no place to run to
Or even play a show
Well i promised i'd hook you up
With a friend of mine
I said his name was Barlow
And i knew he wouldn't mind
But i could just make the call
Tell him it doesn't matter
And if you ever get back all
Just don't let me know

I heard that prick wasn't doing to well
With what some would call their Hell
He went through some shit
That the cunt deserved
And if Sammi does loose the baby
Please tell her i'll still be here
I know we had our confilict
But i swear to God i care
And i can't deal
With living in these hills
For some i know it's heaven
But for me it's fucking hell
So may i propose a prospect
Since Josh burnt his last bridge
That we both sell up and run

We can sleep in the car
Drown in shitty bars
You can stack shelves
And i'll fix up guitars
And we can go from town to town
Just taking what we need
Some would call it happiness
But i'd just call it greed

And ive got cold feet
The drive home is the hardest
But i promised that kid
I'd be home for Christmas

For Christmas