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(Coverdale)
I've been burning my bridges
For too many years,
Drowning the sorrow
Of too many tears
Women and whiskey
Are my only friends,
One gives me strength,
One just pretends
I've been waiting my whole life
For things to work out right,
But, those lonely days turn into lonely nights
Yes, It do
I've heard all the wisdom
Of prophets and seers,
It don't soothe my passion
And it don't ease my fears
Burned by love
And blinded by snow,
Bad luck and trouble
Are with me wherever I go
I've been waiting my whole life
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Invisible people with invisible hands/holding very obvious collection cans/
anonymous people with anonymous jobs/hurry past for fear of being late for
the boss/both will say it's not the way I intended to be/knowing that the
other guy has all he could need/the homeless have got all the time and all
of it to share/the workers have got all the cash and none of it to spare/
invisible people with invisible feet/taxi cab potential knowing every street/
anonymous people with anonymous cars/rolling up the winddows as they drive on
past/if these wree all your relatives then which
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You expose the film in me
We're drawing rings around the world
Sooner or later we will melt together
And draw rings around the world
With all those meteoric stones
And all those sheep they never cloned
Okay!
I am glowing radioactive
We draw beams around the world
Wish you could see us when we're at our best now
We draw rings around the world
With cans of Post Water in tow
We're gonna vaporize your soul
Ha-ha!
Earth will become Saturn II
With all those rings around the world
Tetsuo II became me and you
With all those rings around the wo
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Come gather 'round friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
In the north end of town,
My own children are grown
But I was raised on the other.
In the wee hours of youth,
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother.
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door,
The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming.
'Til one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him.
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