Welcome, strangers, to the show
I'm the one who should be lying low
I see the knives out, I turn my back
I hear the train coming, I stay right on the track
Caught the fever, heard the tune
Thought I loved her,
hung my heart on the moon
Started howling, made no sense
Thought my friends would rush to my defence
And I get all your good advice
It doesn't stop me from going through these things twice
I lost my shirt,
I pawned my rings
I melted wax to fix my wings
I threw my hat into the ring
I've done all the dumb things.......
The Real Goal
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