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Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live?
Can you take what you need, but take less than you give?
Could you close every day, without the glory and fame?
Could you hold your head high, when no one knows your name?
That’s how legends are made, at least that’s what they say.We say goodbye, but never let go.
We live, we die, cause you can’t save every soul.
Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.Can you lose everything, you ever had planned?
Can you sit down again, and play another hand?
Could you risk everything, for the chance of being alone?
Under pressure find the grace, or would you come undone?
That’s how legends are made, at least that’s what they say?We say goodbye, but never let go.
We live, we die, cause you can’t save every soul.
Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.…::Never let go, Never let go, Never let go::…
Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.We say goodbye, but never let go.
We live, we die, ‘but you can’t save every soul.
Gotta take every chance to, show that you’re the kinda man who;
Will never look back, never look down,
and never let go.Will never look back, never look down,
and never let goThe arrangement Joni Mitchell
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyardWhile you still have the time
You could get away and find
A better life, you know the grind Is so ungrateful
Racing cars, whisky bars
No one cares who you really are
You’re the keeper of the cards
Yes I know it gets hard
Keeping the wheels turning
And the wife she keeps the keys
She is so pleased to be
A part of the arrangementYou could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a consumer
Lying in some room trying to die
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more
You could have been more
You could have been moreHell yeah I made it out
What else would you expect?
My mind’s a mess and my heart’s a wreck
Oh well that’s how it goes
Another week and I won’t know what it even means to be alone
Call me all you want, I’m skipping town
I’m going to cut my hair and feel fine for awhile
Maybe start a band and call it So Long, You Were Right
And find myself a new home every night
So what you hate your past
I don’t think too about that
Why worry if the ghosts can’t get you
Everyone’s a poet these days
Spouting off ’bout how they just don’t get it
Stop writing about life and living
It’s funny how I never know your name
It’s been 23 years and I still feel the same
As lost as the next just waiting for a new way to say
This hurts likes hell but it’ll be okay
Yeah this hurts like hell but it’ll be okay
This hurts like hell, but I’ll be okay.Another day is dawning so you musn’t give in.
Some days are long, seemingly endless and filled
with more pain and upset than we care to imagine
or somtimes can seem to bear. Those are the days
that build us, shape us, make us stronger and turn
us into who we are , if not whom we would choose to be.I am not going to type the words as it is more fitting
to let those who can do them justice do so.I’m in the furniture trade
Got a new job today
But stick the cretin
On the number-three latheWent down the town
To a HM club
The sign had a cross
Through a couple well-dressed
They looked at my coat
They looked at my hair
An Easy Rider coot
Grabbed the edge of my coat
Said: ‘You’re too smart for here’
I said: ‘I’ll see the manager’He was the manager
Eat y’self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y’self fitterAnalytics have got
My type worked out
Analytics on me
The poison render
I grope about
And when I go out
My mind splits
My eyes doth hurt
The musical chairs
Have been swallowed up
By a cuddly group
Who land and rub off
Hoping that
Whatever it is
Will land and drop offI met a hero of mine
I shook his hand
Got trapped in the door
Felt a fool, I tell yaCharmed to meet ya
Eat y’self fitter
Up the stairs mister
Eat y’self fitterBecame a recluse
And bought a computer
Set it up in the home
Elusive big one
On the screen
Saw the Holy Ghost, I swear
On the screenWhere’s the cursor?
Where’s the eraser?
Where’s the cursor?
Where’s the eraser?
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
G-O-H-O-H-O-9-O
H-O-9-O-G-O-H-OWhat’s a computer?
Eat y’self fitter
What’s a computer?
Eat y’self fitterThe Kevin Ayers scene
South of France
Plush velvet
Aback! Aback!
Aback! Aback!
Levis Fridays
Greek holidays
Barratt heritance (x3)Mit-Dem! (x3)
Don’t wanna be a mit-dem! (x4)Pick the fleas mister
Eat y’self fitter
Eat y’self fitter?
Eat y’self fitterWho tells you what
To tape on your vid. chip
How do you know the progs you miss
Are worse than those you single out?
And what’ll you do when the rental’s up?
And your bottom rack is full of vids
Of programs you will nay look at
The way they act is, oh, sheer delight
Cardboard copyright
Make it right
Panic in Sudan
Panic in Wardour
Panic in Granadaland
Panic all over
By the wretched timesheeters
Of my delight
One starry night
The powers that be will have to meet
And have no choice but to…Eat each other
Eat y’self fitter
Eat each other?
Eat y’self fitter(Eat y’self fitter)
Portly and with good grace
The secret straight-back ogre entered
His brain aflame
With all the dreams
It had conjured (x4)Mit-dem
Don’t wanna be a mid-dem (x4)The centimeter square
Eat y’self fitter
Said it purged fear
Eat y’self fitter(Eat y’self fitter)
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