(written by Andy Gibb)
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The stage is set another show must go on
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The spotlight's burning down into my face
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The drummer sits up high upon his rostrum
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Guitarists play each other face to face
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And when it's over , I'll stop and wonder
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And never understand
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'cause leaving this was never in my plans
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And when I'm playing all I see is things you'll never find
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Flowing rivers passing through my mind
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Deceiving and receiving was my pastime
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to every girl who liked my written lines
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They'd think that any moment I'd be their guy
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But crying never justified my lies , oh no
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And next time 'round will be the same
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They never understand that hurting them was never in my plans
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My songs will slow like passing clouds
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Something in each line
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Flowing rivers passing through my mind
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I've got to go , I've finished what I came for
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Playing every city , state to state
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Singing every town that learned to like me
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Modest payments paid for what I ate
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Ah, you're standing there , tears in your eyes
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You once called me a man
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And loving you was never in my plans
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We'll go together , you and I , till we both find
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Flowing rivers passing through my mind
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We'll go together, you and I , till we both find
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Flowing rivers passing through my mind
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Flowing Rivers
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| Andy Gibb |
