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all, still can't taste it Smashed to the wall, brought me to my knees I've done it all, fucked up, wasted Still in my blood but now inside I'm sane I've seen it all

yet shaking my fists in defiance. Anyway, I'm not cliche, I hardly own any ties. I may be old, but at least I'm not like all those other old guys.

other way Please show me another way Are we no more than parts in a play? Lettin' other people, strangers say our lines To think it should come to this After all

young schoolgirls And big Australian barmaids" That's all she wrote On the back of that old brown envelope A few killer lines to get my goat That's all she wrote All

Life will be so empty from now on just like all the other times you've gone [ ac.guitar ] It's my fault because I've lost... Just like all the other

[Instrumental] THE SOUND THAT HE HAD HEARD WAS THE RINGING OF THE BELLS BUT NOW INSIDE THAT NIGHT THERE WERE VOICES THERE AS WELL

will seem to short all i see is white that's coming towards me all i've wanted you within my arms if it's required that i forsake all others i'll do

shaking my fists in defiance. Anyway, I'm not cliche, I hardly own any ties. I may be old, but at least I'm not like all those other old guys.

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