Born on a different cloud
from the ones that have burst round town
Its no surprise to me
that yer classless, clever and free
Loaded just like the gun
Youre the hero thats still unsung
Living on borrowed time
Youre my sun and youre gonna shine
Talking to myself again
This time I think Im getting through
Its funny how you think
Its funny when you do
Lonely soul
Busy working overtime
Nothing ever gets done
Specially when your hands are tied
Lonely soul
Baking up your mothers pride
Nothing ever gets done
Not until your wars won
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