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There are no secrets under the sun
All our troubles are rolled into one
Early warning, get ready to run
But it's hard to see clear
For we might disappear
With the prize hardly won
When books and theories daily contest
It's like a welcome from the chapel of rest
No salvation, no one is blessed
While in private we shake
There's no time to make
One small request
No more winners or losers
To talk into the night
No more beggars or choosers
They're drawn into the fight
The race is on
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In this strange world we have to live in
Protected by some, taken granted by all
Time honoured thoughts end disapproving
With all dominions ever ready to fall
You won't beat the pack, that's no revelation
Come snapping their jaws right on your heels
Making your way through all this confusion
The harder you try, the less it reveals
I know what happens the moment you turn out your light
And I know what happens, it happens to me every night
You start to breakdown, breakdown
You're going to crucify yourself, you're lost
When you get pushed around, pushed around
Another refugee to bear the cross
Stand up, fight back
Now every course, blighted by answers
Acutely profane, no help in this brawl
And from the mouths that never felt hunger
Comes no deliverance, just a timely withdraw
What of your thoughts, not yet discovered
Along with the fears, they both play their part
You'll work it out then run for cover
The truth will arrive like a bolt through your heart
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I'll tell you something about the things that you should know
And you'll learn as you grow and in turn
Be one step further along the road to realise
There's no rules, bad advice, many fools
First class performance to fill the lines of empty heads
There's still hope for the dream but you don't
Embrace disorder, it will chill you from inside
And destroy everything that you try
Innocent faces look up in the classroom
Soon their time will come
So beware of the skilful disguises
It's too easy to dress up in white
For this world can be full of surprises
From the gutter a kingdom looks nice
You're learning, there's no returning
This final blunder, for which they all expect our thanks
They will hide from the kill to survive
The great disaster, they'll take great care and will avoid
Being there 'cause it's more than they dare
Don't be fooled by the shining appearance
It gets tarnished in time, don't we all
They'll be wearing their wealth on their fingers
And instructing us all how to fall
You're learning, there's no returning
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Don't invite the vicious companions
Though they're always at your side
Only waiting to take you a ride
Feel the creature rise inside you
With misguided ill intent
Look around, it's your only defence
On and on the story goes
Where it leads to we all know
What you give is what you get
What you give is what you get
See the hungry cry for the children
Watch the greedy call for more
And the self-ordained proceed to shut the door
When the needy run from the table
For they know there's nothing there
Hoping one day, will somebody care?
We've got to be good, got to be strong
The final approach is taking too long
Too late in the day, when everything's gone
Now the villain, he may prosper
And the thief might do as well
With amusement, their crimes they dispel
The promises they've broken
And the hearts they have betrayed
End to end they are carefully laid
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A sensitive time approaches just before dawn
That carries them further to nowhere
The fields will be gorged upon the sacrifice made
Despite all their efforts to take care
There's no talk about anyone lying out in the rain
They're quite certain to carry on, though it's clearly insane
So please don't praise those mindless games
With reckless claims of glory and fame
Talons of steel will seek them out on the day
Intent on venting it's fury
Onward they move and with complete disregard
Of danger while doing their duty
Still no talk about anyone lying wounded in pain
Heart stops beating, is this the one to carry somebody's name?
So please don't praise those mindless games
With reckless claims of glory and fame
Mighty and strong, so very young
There they will stay, so far away
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Walking the street
You're in need of someone's sympathy
And someone you meet
Helps to pass the time just perfectly
And she takes you by the hand
Takes you to the promised land
And gives you her love
Drinking alone
Shadowed by your own uncertainty
You'd like to be shown
Everything you've never dared to see
Then she takes you by the hand
Takes you to the promised land
And gives you her love
And then the damage is done
Take your love on the run
You can buy your romance
So you jump at the chance
Hit and run
Hit and run
Hit and run
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The wheels of fortune
Have snapped your fragile thread
One night of passion
Upset your cultured head
But it's okay it's just the fashion
You walk the high roads
Look down upon yourself
Your eyes concealing
Your heart cries out for help
But it's okay it's just a feeling
Someone, somewhere
Is taking note how you care
Hold on
Your cold tradition
Surrounds you like a wall
Too much to carry
Celestial paramour
You run down persecution alley
Your expectations
The best you've ever had
The thought of giving
Is that so really bad?
That's just the way, it's part of living
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Wait, here's a word or two
To you who are passing through
Time is on your side
Though some may be denied
Just waiting, standing around
The time will come for everyone
Still waiting, soon to be found
The light inside of everyone
Nobody said that it was easy
Making your way all by yourself
But you take what you've got
Though it don't seem a lot
And you give it the best that you can
Life is a precious thing
So don't burn it up
Start living it day by day
Life is a precious thing
So don't burn it up
Start living it day by day
Though we must carry on
In time we will think upon
All those peaceful nights
When everything went right
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Too late to be tender
Far too many fall along the way
Sad case, the pretender
Hopes and dreams that vanish day by day
Building the illusion
Answers from the wings that steal the show
Failing in conclusion
Forgets the lines, forgets which way to go
Morning comes round too soon
When you're starting back at the moon
Are you daring or acting the fool
Wishing they'd never been born
Come all you young and precious souls
Your legacy waits, come on take a hold
Come all you young and precious souls
Take on the mistakes unchecked or resolved
And through this madness find you've been bought and sold
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Innocence is traded on the road to paradise
When ambition starts to raise its ugly head
Prizes won't be given to the last ones in the line
And that's something that we all appear to dread
Listen to the ravings of a disillusioned man
When the rainy days collect to do their worst
Full of neat surprises is their sympathetic plan
They will cut you up and sell you till it hurts
We're all spinning on the roundabout
We're all spinning on the roundabout
Keep spinning on the roundabout
I don't wish to fight
Just to prove that I'm right
I don't want the world upside down
I don't wish to fight
Just to prove that I'm right
I just need the world spinning round
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