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MARILLION - Blind Curve Added by Site Admin on 2003-08-15 17:32:04
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(fish / marillion)A) vocal under a bloodlightLast night you said I was cold, untouchableA lonely piece of action from another townI just want to be free, I'm happy to be lonelyCan't you stay away? Just leave me alone with my thoughtsJust a runaway, just a runaway, I'm saving myselfB) passing strangersStrung out below a necklace of carnival lightsCold moan, held on the crest of the nightI'm too tired to fightSo now we're passing strangers, at single tablesStill trying to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangersAll those passing strangersAnd the twinkling lies, all those twinkling liesSparkle with the wet ink on the paperC) myloOh I remember toronto when mylo went downAnd we sat and we cried on the phoneI never felt so aloneHe was the first of our ownSome of us go down in a blaze of obscuritySome of us go down in a haze of publicityThe price of infamy, the edge of insanityAnother holiday inn, another temporary homeAnd an interviewer threatened me with a microphone'talk to me, won't you tell me your stories.'So I talked about conscience and I talked about painAnd he looked out the window and it started to rainI thought maybe I've already gone crazySo I reached for a bottle and he reached for the doorAnd I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floorInviting me to a casual obscenityD) perimeter walkIt would be incredible if we could retrace all the times that we lived hereAll the collisionsWasted, I've never been so wastedI've never been this far out beforePerimeter walkThere's a presence hereI feel could have been ancient, I could have been mysticalThere's a presenceA childhood, my childhoodMy childhood, childhoodA misplaced childhoodMy childhood, a misplaced childhoodGive it back to me, give it back to meA childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhood, that childhoodOh please give it back to meE) thresholdI saw a war widow in a launderetteWashing the memories from her husband's clothesShe had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoatA lump in her throat with cemetery eyesI see convoys curbcrawling west german autobahnsTrying to pick up a warThey're going to even the scoreOh... I can't take any moreI see black flags on factoriesSoup ladies poised on the lips of the poorI see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleywaysDoes anybody care, I can't take any more!Should we say goodbye? HeyI see priests, politicians? The heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations' flagsI see children pleading with outstretched hands, drenched in napalm, this is no vietnamI can't take any more, should we say goodbyeHow can we justify? They call us civilised!
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