This is where the truth begins
Where teardrops glance the sallow skin
You lose your will
And I can lend you mine
The Westway walls so tall and bleak
Reflect the words we dare not speak
By the bottles end
We may have done our time
What you want is to stay away from people like me
Who twist most everything they see
And leave the gray old world behind you
So sow it up, kid, have some clout
Well do some wine and fall about
The sun will shine again tomorrow
Oh, oh, oh, well look beyond the parapet
We are just bums lest you forget
We can beg, steal and borrow
Well, you say the pills will sort me out
Embolden me against
The manifestations of fear and doubt
I just forgot who I used to be
So, now Im strung
Somewhere between a dream
And the humdrum day to day routine
A laurel wreath on the door to my heart
What you want is to wash your face and try to breathe
Forget your mind and shut your eyes so that you can see
And leave the gray old world behind you
So sow it up, kid, have no doubt
Well walk the line and have it out
The sun will shine again tomorrow
Oh, oh, oh, for all the friends you've ever met
Some youll love and some forget
Just hold on for tomorrow
So heres to now and all of us
With our sweet hearts we tried to make a brand new start
May the fabric never tear us apart
And some day when we're in the cold
Here's a semblance we can hope
So pick a posy and put it on your heart for me
So, now I move and if youre in
It wouldnt hurt just to give it a try and win
Dont forget who you're meant to be
What you want is to get a bike and do wheelies
But I bet you cant do em half as good as me
Throw it out when it's over, it's over
So sow it up, kid, have some clout
Well go to mine and sulk about
How the sun will shine tomorrow
For all the friends youve not yet met
Some would die for you, Ill bet
So hold on for tomorrow
So sow it up, kid, have some clout
We'll go to mine and fuck about
The sun will shine again tomorrow
For all friends you've not yet met
Some would die for you, I bet
So hold on for tomorrow
This is where the truth begins
For more than seven deadly sins
And even though
I may have hurt your mind
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