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You came to watch the band |
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To see us play our parts |
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We hoped you'd lend an ear, |
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You hoped we'd dress like tarts |
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But back stage we stand naked |
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All the make-up cleaned away, |
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My poet sheds his pretty skin |
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And turns to face the day |
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And there's nothing to be done, |
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No nothing to be said, |
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Last night I felt immortal, |
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This morning I feel dead |
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And the love |
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That gave its blaze to my heart, |
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Now brings a haze |
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Be careful 'cause I'm an axe victim, |
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Hung up on these silver strings, |
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Like wings, |
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Like time machines... |
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Like voices on the winds |
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We hit the road to home, |
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Sad amps and smashed guitars, |
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Played badly at 'The Duke' to almost |
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no applause... |
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But someone made it worthwhile |
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When smiling with bright eyes, |
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They gave me full attention |
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And took me by surprise... |
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Today the feeling's gone. |
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It faded like a ghost, |
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Last night I saw the future, |
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This morning there's no hope |
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And the words that I sung so clear |
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Are now clouded by my tears |
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Please be careful |
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'Cause I'm an axe victim, |
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Hung up on these silver strings, |
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Like sails, |
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Like seagull's cries |
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Like churchbells in the night |
