Forget what you've bought into
The High Life is within you
You're
We have all the time in the world
We have all
When love's young dream has let you down
All you want
It's been a long time coming and you can't stop
It's
The broader your horizons seem
The shakier the ground
These old
Your "trails of blood and spunk"
Will not lead back to
The sweetest thing;
Our salvation;
The test of time;
The test of patience;
A
We thought big 'cause we felt little
And scared the
We are quietly secure people
Life has run its course of
Go - switch on the breakfast show
And bang your head
My heart is aflame
Burning at both ends
Under a glass jar
Gasping
What we need is each other
Not as friends or as
Cynicism is mental virginity
It's time to tear that straitjacket
I am not washed-up
I should believe I am but I
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