Another bad break - burst another bubble
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Another lost cause - here's another trouble
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Another heart ache - one more chance gone
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Another lost chord in yet another wrong song.
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Sometimes I feel like I'm standing on a hillside -
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Screaming at the world (only wishing it would hear).
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I can't deny that I'm tired of your lies
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but I hope if I hide that you'll all disappear.
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Can a fat man squeeze a camel through a needles eye? -
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As hell freezes over the little pigs fly.
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Just when things seemed better than before,
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Listen there's a "black dog" howling at my back door.
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You say I took it all the wrong way,
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and got the wrong end of the stick.
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Proceed to water down the truth,
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then make me drink it 'til I'm sick.
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It's a monkey shine - a mare's nest,
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a cock and bull story.
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You're talking through your hat,
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you're full of sound and fury.
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You're wide of the mark, on the wrong scent, barking up
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the wrong tree, out of it, not a leg to stand on.
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Dignity is one thing that you can't preserve in alcohol,
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here's a drug to blow your mind - it's called sodium pentothal.
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I've smelt more rats in my time than a sanitary inspector,
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so every word you start to speak sets off my lie detector.
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Another bad break - burst another bubble
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Another lost cause - here's another trouble
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Another heart ache - one more chance gone
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Another lost chord in yet another wrong song.
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Truth often hurts - but it hit me like a hammer,
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I've been sweating blood for "product" - I thought it was my art.
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Would it have made it tougher (all I've had to suffer)
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if you'd come clean and told me the score from the start?
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Stop treating everybody like a charity
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I may have sold my soul - but I won't part with my sanity.
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I was a schizophrenic - my better half left home,
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The Samaritans don't answer when I call them on the telephone.
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You say the cheque is in the post,
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and it'll sound great at the mix.
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But we have heard them all before,
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have we the memory span of fish?
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It's a monkey shine - a mare's nest,
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a cock and bull story.
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You're talking through your hat,
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you're full of sound and fury.
|
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You're wide of the mark, on the wrong scent, barking up
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the wrong tree, out of it, not a leg to stand on.
|
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Dignity is one thing that you can't preserve in alcohol,
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here's a drug to blow your mind - it's called sodium pentothal.
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I've smelt more rats in my time than a sanitary inspector,
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so every word you start to speak sets off my lie detector.
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The wrong song.
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The Wrong Song
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| Skyclad |
