P. Duffy

P. is 120 years old. He is the Piano Player of Duffy & the Legends. P. is also known as "The Real Phil Duffy". P. is located in Istanbul at Black Room |IST|.

P. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to rehearse scene in order to get ahead professionally.

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Furniture of my Mind

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Song Details

Furniture of my Mind is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Adagio. The music is perfect and the lyrics are wonderful. The song was written 1/27/2007 by P. Duffy. The originality is perfect.

Fame: 100
Popularity:
Stage Potential: 30
Genre: Rock
Owner: Phil Duffy's Bluesbreakers
First Revealed: 1/27/2007 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed.

Dominant Instruments

Lead Vocals
Piano
Electric Guitar
Backup Vocals

Special Lyrics

I thought I was rid of you,
thought you'd let me be.
Pushed you out, closed the door,
Threw away the key.
But no matter what I do,
I can't get myself free.
And every time I look around
You're still there,
Lingering on the bedside of my mind.

And oh-oh-oh-oh can't you see?
That I-I-I-I want to be free!
Just me, no place to be.
Playing cards, solitaire, on my own.
On the furniture of my mind.

Why do you come back?
Why do you endure?
Play my life like blackjack,
An ace and queen on the draw.
Will you change my mind?
Do you think I will thaw?
Why can't I lose you?!
So there you are, once again,
Clinging to the table of my mind.

And oh-oh-oh-oh can't you see?
That I-I-I-I want to be free!
Just me, no place to be.
Drinking whisky, double shots, on my own.
On the furniture of my mind.

So I'll keep fighting back,
I know I won't give in.
And one day I'll turn around,
You won't be on the scene.
I'll be free, just me,
Back to the same old routine.
Now you've gone
But you're still there,
Lazing on the sofa of my mind

And oh-oh-oh-oh can't you see?
That I-I-I-I want to be free!
Just me, no place to be.
Lamenting, sorrowing, on my own.
On the furniture of my mind.

And oh-oh-oh-oh can't I see?
That I-I-I-I'll never be free!
Just me, now you've gone.
Wailing, howling, on my own.
On the furniture of my mind.