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Marillion
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| Blind Curve
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. Vocal Under A Bloodlight
Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, Im happy to be lonely
Cant you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway
Im saving myself
II. Passing Strangers
Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
Im too tired to fight.
So now were passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over
Still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers
And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper
III. Mylo
Oh I remember Toronto when Mylo went down
And we sat and cried on the phone
I never felt so alone
He was the first of our own
Some of us go down in a blaze of obscurity
Some of us go down in a haze of publicity
The price of infamy, the edge of insanity
Another Holiday Inn, another temporary home
And an interviewer threatened me with a microphone
Talk to me, wont you tell me your stories."
So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain
And he looked out the window and it started to rain
I thought maybe Ive already gone crazy
So I reached for a bottle and he reached for the door
And I picked up the sleeping pills crushed on the floor
Inviting me to a casual obscenity.
IV. Perimeter Walk
It would be incredible if we could
Retrace all the times that we lived here
All the collisions
Wasted, Ive never been so wasted
Ive never been this far out before
Perimeter walk
Theres a presence here
I feel could have been ancient,
I could have been mystical
Theres a presence
A child, my child
My childhood, a misplaced childhood
Give it back to me, give it back to me
A childhood, that childhood
Oh please give it back to me.
V. Threshold
I saw a war widow in a launderette
Washing the memories from her husbands clothes
She had medals pinned to a threadbare greatcoat
A lump in her throat with cemetery eyes
I see convoys curbcrawling West German Autobahns
Trying to pick up a war
Theyre going to even the score
Oh... I cant take any more
I see black flags on factories
Soup ladies poised on the lips of the poor
I see children with vacant stares, destined for rape in the alleyways
Does anybody care, I cant take any more!
Should we say goodbye?
I see priests, politicians?
Heroes in black plastic body-bags under nations flags
I see children pleading with outstretched hands
Drenched in napalm, this is no Vietnam
I cant take any more, should we say goodbye
How can we justify?
They call us civilised!
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