Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
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A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories
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Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare
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Opening the doors for the dreams to come home
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We live out lives in private shells
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Ignore our senses and fool ourselves
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To thinking that out there there's someone else cares
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Someone to answer all our prayers, all our prayers...
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Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible
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Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care
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We're terminal cases that keep talking medicine
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Pretending the end isn't quite that near
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We make futile gestures, act to the cameras
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With our made up faces and pr smiles
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And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us
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We'll find out that after all, we're only men of straw
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But everything is still the same
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Passing the time passing the blame
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We carry on in the same old way
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We'll find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say
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Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water
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Those problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought of
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The feeling you get is similar to something like drowning
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Out of your mind, you're out of your depth, you should have taken soundings
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Clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws
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And if you ever come across us don't give us your sympathy
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You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands
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And you'll recognise by the reflection in our eyes that deep down inside we're all one and the same
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We're clutching at straws
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We're still drowning
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Clutching at straws
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We're still drowning, yeah clutching at straws
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I'm still drowning
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We're clutching at straws
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I'm still drowning
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(Last Straw I)Happy Ending
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| Marillion |
