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The actors and jesters are hereThe stage is in darkness and clearFor raising the curtainand no-one’s quite certain whose play it isHow long ago, how longIf only we had listened then.If we’d known just how right we were going to…

Hide in your shell cos the world is out to bleed you for a rideWhat will you gain making your life a little longer?Heaven or Hell, was the journey cold that gave your eyes of steel?Shelter behind painting your mind and playing joker Too…

I feel so close to you ‘Cos you know you always do Help me down that road I go to slepp at night Feeling that it’s alright ‘Cos you help me down that road When I feel I’ve been beat You get me on my feet You help…

It’s just heartbreakingI should have known that it would let me downIt’s just a mind achingI used to dream about this town It was a sight to seeThe place to be,Where the living is easyAnd the kicks can always be found It’s…

It was an early morning yesterdayI was up before the dawnAnd I really have enjoyed my stayBut I must be moving on Like a king without a castleLike a queen without a throneI’m an early morning loverAnd I must be moving on Now I believe…

In time this fire will turn to ashes The sun will fall out the sky Still you see no urgency To spend some time with me Time with me I can’t believe you haven’t noticed Just how long I’ve been waitin’ for you…

Give a little bit Give a little bit of your love to me Give a little bit I’ll give a little bit of my love to you…

You say you’re so tired, you’re never satisfied But I can’t seem to make you understand I see your point of view, but life’s been to good to you Just stand up and face things like a man You better get your act…

istory recalls how great the fall can beWhile everybody’s sleeping, the boats put out to seaBorne on the wings of timeIt seemed the answers were so easy to find«;Too late,»; the prophets cryThe island’s sinking,…

Monday has come around againI’m in the same old placeWith the same old faces always watching meWho knows how long I’ll have to stayCould be a hundred yearsOf sweat and tearsAt the rate that I get paid Sometimes I slowly drift…