(Steve Swindells)
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Random faces populate of pockets on my brain
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Lonely torched heroes with darkness all full of pain
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People crying out for blood to keep them entertained
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I can't hold back anymore I can't keep anything contained
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I'm captured, exited, so scared I'm sinking
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The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help thinking
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Of those.
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Martyrs and madmen
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They where rebels in there day
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And the world made them sad men
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Because it wouldn't go away.
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Martyrs and madmen
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Oh martyrs and madmen.
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Now I'm tempted by the game,
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I'm thrown into the ring
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And if I turn out like they did I must do everything
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Cause I must stop myself from turning into someone I don't know
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Sitting in some hotel room with fire down below
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I'm taking, my fight there, I see them screaming
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I'm waking, from nightmares, I can't help dreaming
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Of those
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Martyrs and madmen
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They where rebels in there day
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And the world made them sad men
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Because it wouldn't go away.
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Martyrs and madmen
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Oh martyrs and madmen.
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There's no escaping alcohol,
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Or needles straws and spoons
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They always saying grace to someone breaking there cocoon
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Are they destine to die lonely
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Is it all some master plan
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To hope that in some twenty years
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Someone might understand.
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Ooo martyrs and madmen
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Ooo martyrs and madmen.
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I'm captured, exited, so scared I'm sinking
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The silence, I'm frightened, I can't help thinking
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Of those.
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Martyrs and madmen
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They where rebels in there day
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And the world made them sad men
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Because it wouldn't go away.
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Martyrs and madmen.
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Martyrs And Madmen
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| Roger Daltrey |
