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Time: 7:39 (Amsterdam - Holland 1990) |
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Was it you |
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I saw standing naked at the doorway of some other world? |
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Was it you |
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I saw who held the burning torch up high screaming to be heard? |
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From the cradle to the grave you gave your heart and soul for broken dreams and promises |
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You can't remember who to blame and hid the shame we were the children of the revolution |
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I've searched the back roads of my life |
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Asking myself the questions |
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But now I'm back again |
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How have you been? |
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We've got to get on with the show |
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It's everything that we've ever known 'cos we got nowhere else to go |
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Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me give me a little piece of your heart |
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Give me, give me, give me, give me, give me give me just a little piece of your life |
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From the cradle to the grave we gave our hearts and souls for broken dreams and promises |
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You can't remember who to blame and hid the shame we were the children of the revolution |
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The mysteries of the human race |
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Our lives emotional junkyards |
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I now know what |
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I was looking for |
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And we've got to get on with the show |
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It's everything that we've ever known 'cos we got nowhere else to go |
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Stuck between a rock and a hard place |
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The strain shows on your face |
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Find a place to call your home |
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Choose a reason not to roam |
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The patience of a saint is now |
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The courage of a lion and sieze the day |