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I'll tear down the sky
Don't stop now
No never in a million years
I'd spit in their eye
Don't stop now
But I won't be a volunteer
And now
I'm always dreaming of dreams
That lie in state
Waiting for me to wake
And make
A life for them
I know I'll never let
Those self-defeating fears
Spoil those golden years
These days that pass us by
So slow
And now
I always wander
Through fields that never stood
Can't see the trees for the wood
Or maybe - yes I could
Oh no
I'll tear down the sky
Don't stop now
No never in a million years
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To the bitter end
We go all the way
It isn't too far
It isn't too far
To the bitter end
With our wills of iron
Souls of coal
Hearts of gold
To the bitter end
Sit on a fence all day
Looking for change
Any spare change
To the bitter end
And on the side that wins
How can you lose?
We always do
To the bitter end
When the wind bites cold
Look at the rain
Engand in May
To the bitter end
We'll go all the way
It isn't too far
And it goes on....
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Why are you talking in code?
You talk so loud sometimes we don't
understand
C'mon give us a sign
Wave us a flag or flash me an eye
Cos I need you tonight
I need you right now
I got sweat on my mind
But you're taking your time
Yeah kiss where it stings c'mon show
me a time
But when you talk in code and you
talk in signs
Wave those hands
And you flash those eyes
I don't understand when you blind me
with science
You talk in code
Talking keep talkin'
Decipher me now
Describe me an arc with a low point
or two
Ah cough me a code
Astonish me dear with a new point of
view
Yes it's all in your hands
The Wristwatch Frisco is in action
again
Ah well I like you I think
It varies so much sometimes it really
depends on
If you talk in code...etc.
And then if A = B
Sometimes what you say isn't all that
it seems
And if C = 3
Inscrutable view with a new slant on
things
Ah semaphore girl
I love the taste of you dressed up in
green
But you're talking in code
I don't understand but I won't make a
scene
Cos when you....etc.
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He bought and sold a video
Made a fortunein between
A thousand well-known faces
Passed across that stupid screen
He turned them down
He never thought they had so much
to say
He watched those faces come and
go
Up close
He saw the strain
And he watches it all
Yes he watches it all
Someone broke into his house last
night
It's strange they didn't take a thing
Someone broke into his house last
night
But still it feels like they took
everything
Home is where the head is
Home is where the demons all come
out to play
Home is where you hide yourself at
night
And home is where you feel safe
And still he watches it all
He watches it all
And it's small
It all seems small
Did you read it in the Sunday paper?
The headline called him the 'Sailors
Deacon'
He fell in love with the lighthouse
keeper
Spends his time bringing home the
beacon
Huh
He bought and sold a video
Made a fortune in between
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Charmed lives
Nothing much to do tonight
Charmed lives
Oh no, oh no
Charmed lives
I think I'll do my hair tonight
Charmed lives
Cos it's so, it's so
Well, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK
But it drives me insane
Can't do a thing with it
Look at it
This way and that
Pile it up?
Spray it on?
Grease it straight back?
Charmed lives
Nothing much to do today
Oh no, oh no
Think I'll see some friends today
Cos they're so...they're so...
Yeah they're OK, they're OK, they're
OK
And we all think the same
Cos we're on the phone
Hear the news
It's all grief and gloom
Yes things are bad
Really bad
But we're clearly immune
We lead
Charmed lives
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Charmed lives
Nothing much to do tonight
Charmed lives
Oh no, oh no
Charmed lives
I think I'll do my hair tonight
Charmed lives
Cos it's so, it's so
Well, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK
But it drives me insane
Can't do a thing with it
Look at it
This way and that
Pile it up?
Spray it on?
Grease it straight back?
Charmed lives
Nothing much to do today
Oh no, oh no
Think I'll see some friends today
Cos they're so...they're so...
Yeah they're OK, they're OK, they're
OK
And we all think the same
Cos we're on the phone
Hear the news
It's all grief and gloom
Yes things are bad
Really bad
But we're clearly immune
We lead
Charmed lives
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Charmed lives
Nothing much to do tonight
Charmed lives
Oh no, oh no
Charmed lives
I think I'll do my hair tonight
Charmed lives
Cos it's so, it's so
Well, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK
But it drives me insane
Can't do a thing with it
Look at it
This way and that
Pile it up?
Spray it on?
Grease it straight back?
Charmed lives
Nothing much to do today
Oh no, oh no
Think I'll see some friends today
Cos they're so...they're so...
Yeah they're OK, they're OK, they're
OK
And we all think the same
Cos we're on the phone
Hear the news
It's all grief and gloom
Yes things are bad
Really bad
But we're clearly immune
We lead
Charmed lives
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So I turned on the radio and
everyone was
listening to chicken jazz...
See that man over there...
He's got cold feet
He'd march to the drum
But the drummer's
Dead beat
He's fragile tonight
But he says he's clean
He's uncertain when he's speaking
But he knows what he means
Ah he's shivering now
But he don't look cold
He say
Turn up the weather
So I do as I'm told
Do you know about empty
Die a little inside
Cos he hasn't lived until he's died
You couldn't have lived until you've
tried
He hasn't lived until he's died
The Little Death...
See that woman over there
She got cold feet
She'd march to the drum
But the drummer's
Dead beat
She reach for the sky
But the sky turn black
She hanging by her nails
but her knuckles just cracked
She said, "It's strange but nice to
have no
future or past
If you can't stand the heat
you just turn up the gas"
I nod as if I know she can't say I
haven't tried
Cos she hasn't lived until she's died
you couldn't have lived until you've
tried
She hasn't lived until she's died
The Little Death...
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