| Twenty years ago I was just a boy… time goes so slow when you’re havin' fun…
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| my favourite stars are out tonight. |
| so I feel somewhat justified,
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| another excuse to confuse, abuse and forget mys
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| Here I go… now I know… show me the river to drown all my sorrows…
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| another blow on the bruise. |
| another blow on the bruise. |
| one touch of darkness
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| and you know where you are. |
| for this is my
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| D true friend… and you know old friends are the best friends 'cause they know
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| just who you are… they take you to a place where you can hide your disgrace
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| and leave you all alone… swing low
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| Wing high… my friends I never cry
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| Way down… deep low… to the place where we must go… another blow on the
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| bruise. |
| another blow on the bruise… I’m just the once upon a time man,
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| inviting you to a dream of mine. |
| so welcome
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| T you come now? |
| but just take your time and when you go back with those stories
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| you gotta tell, just remember my heaven is another man’s hell…
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| the door is always open, the door is never closed
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| Nd the story is never told… so… show me the river to drown all my sorrows…
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| another blow on the bruise, another blow on the bruise
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| You can take me in, throw me out, cut me up, shut me out… nothing you do or
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| say will change my ways. |
| I’ve been there before and I’ve come back for more…
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| so ya all gotta sing… singalong now
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| Swing low! |
| swing high! |
| my friends I never cry. |
| way down! |
| deep low!
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| to the place where you must go… to the place where you must go…
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| another blow on the bruise. |
| another blow on the bruise |