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He imagines the world
As the angel ascending Like the ghost of a man Who is tied up to the chair And he tries to believe That his life has a meaning With his hand on his heart Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre And I wake up blind Like my dreams were too bright And I lost my regard For the good things that I had And the radio was sad When you listen for good In a hope that comes to nothing ‘Cos the liars have moved in And they believe their own Dark medicine They act so nonchalant But he is not a dog Perform for you in the stadium For the world, not for the war And he won't hesitate Though it might lead to heartache In the night club indigo For the world, not for the war Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre When you listen for good In a hope that comes to nothing 'Cos the liars have moved in And they brew their own Dark medicine Believing it's good Behind their jaded eyes, A dilemma He's the best You ever had He's so low You'll never know |
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