Current mood
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At this time, it may be too soon and overdone, but, time after time, I feel like
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Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking; my make-up may be flaking, but my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking, but inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
I'll face it with a grin - I'm never giving in
On - with the show
Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill, I have to find the will to carry on/On with the show/On with the show
The show - the show must go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on ~
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Empty spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score
On and on, does anybody know what we are looking for...
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking; my make-up may be flaking, but my smile still stays on
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
I guess I'm learning, I must be warmer now
I'll soon be turning round the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking, but inside in the dark I'm aching to be free
My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
I'll face it with a grin - I'm never giving in
On - with the show
Ooh, I'll top the bill, I'll overkill, I have to find the will to carry on/On with the show/On with the show
The show - the show must go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on ~
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sorry to be posting here, so soon, again, but, I'm just pissed and fed-up with myself, I guess, so this song goes out to me:
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Well it's about time; it's beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind; just what is it all worth
Watch the clock on he wall, feel the speeding of time
Hear a voice in the hall, echoing in my mind
Here I stand the accused, with your fist in my face
Feeling sick and tired and bruised; and the bitterest taste
All my useless advice, all my hanging around, all your cutting down to size, all my bringing you down
All your stupid ideals, you've got your head in the clouds. You should see how it feels, with your feet on the ground. ~
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Well it's about time; it's beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind; just what is it all worth
Watch the clock on he wall, feel the speeding of time
Hear a voice in the hall, echoing in my mind
Here I stand the accused, with your fist in my face
Feeling sick and tired and bruised; and the bitterest taste
All my useless advice, all my hanging around, all your cutting down to size, all my bringing you down
All your stupid ideals, you've got your head in the clouds. You should see how it feels, with your feet on the ground. ~


