| One day, the ceiling falls in on you
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| Your more than perfect world
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| Has suddenly come unglued
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| There you are
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| One day, your fortress is so much dust
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| The friends you thought you knew
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| Have all betrayed your trust
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| There you are
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| Head over heels, nothing to cling to
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| Struck down dumb, no muses to sing to
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| Four winds blow you, lift you, fling you
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| Into the sky…
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| You’re no John Wayne, you’re no gun slinger
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| You thought you had the whole world
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| Wrapped around your finger
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| You always said: «It was the song and not the singer»
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| After all…
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| You set your own wake
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| You thought that that was clever
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| You staked your bets on living forever
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| Forever, forever, forever, forever
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| But after all…
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| You were bound to fall
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| You were bound to fall
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| One day, trouble will seek you out
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| You can run and you can hide
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| But your life is up the spout
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| And there you are
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| One day, nothing makes sense at all
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| Your career’s slow suicide
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| Your brain has hit the wall
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| There you are
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| Spinning around on a carousel of voices
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| Talking in tongues a hundred James Joyces
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| Screaming in your head as if you need choices
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| After all…
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| You’re no John Wayne, you’re no gun slinger
|
| You thought you had the whole world
|
| Wrapped around your finger
|
| You always said: «It was the song and not the singer»
|
| After all…
|
| You set your own wake
|
| You thought that that was clever
|
| You staked your bets on living forever
|
| Forever, forever, forever, forever
|
| But after all…
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| You were bound to fall
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| You were bound to fall |