| Let me throw away all my inhibitions
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| and tell you things as they are.
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| I would sell your soul to get half a chance
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| to be a rock n roll star.
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| I know it’s only a song and there’s no one listening
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| and I should let it all be.
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| But nobody knows what it is they’re missing
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| and that’s what’s getting to me.
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| This life is insane. |
| It’s so precious but then
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| it’s as pointless as you and as me.
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| And I don’t understand. |
| I’m just one grain of sand.
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| I can’t be what you want me to be.
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| Well I should say what I think but I’m always bluffing and that’s the price of
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| the fame.
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| It should mean everything but it all means nothing.
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| I’m not controlling this game.
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| And you’re looking at me but I can’t look at you.
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| I’m a slave in your land of the free.
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| And I don’t understand. |
| I’m just one grain of sand.
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| I can’t be what you want me to be.
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| I slip outside my mind and all life’s confines,
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| be divine and bore you with my euphoria.
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| No, no I won’t lie.
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| Well I do appreciate all your kindness
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| for this bald Liverpool freak.
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| I’ve been right round the world. |
| You know, all I find is the earth inherits the meek.
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| If you aim for the stars, you’ll have further to fall when you hit the glass
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| ceiling. |
| You’ll see!
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| And I don’t understand. |
| I’m just one grain of sand.
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| I can’t be what you want me to be.
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| Words and music copyright Graham Trust |