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Texty: Hawkwind. Church Of Hawkwind. Damage Of Life.

I wander around the streets so lonely and empty
Lost in a crowd, but I can't hide
Is there a place where I can escape to?
A desert island where I can die
The Damage of Life is never ending
There is no escape and we can't hide
Maybe our time's up, but we don't want to
Face up to facts there is little that is life

I see the pain, but do not face it
Breathlessly peering on a broken plate
Mirror, Oh Mirror is there any answer?
But the mirror drops, smashes our fate
The Damage of Life is never ending
There is no escape and we can't hide
Maybe our time's up, but we don't want to
Face up to facts there is little that is life

I see the pain, but do not face it
Breathlessly peering on a broken plate
Mirror, Oh Mirror is there any answer?
But the mirror drops, smashing our fate

The Damage of Life is never ending
There is no escape and we can't hide
Maybe our time's up, but we don't want to
Face up to facts there is little that is life

I wander around the streets so lonely and empty
Lost in a crowd, but I can't hide
Is there a place where I can escape to?
A desert island where I can die
The Damage of Life is never ending
There is no escape and we can't hide
Maybe our time's up, but we don't want to
Face up to facts there is little that is life

The Damage of Life is never ending
There is no escape and we can't hide
Maybe our time's up, but we don't want to
Face up to facts there is little that is life