There’s my dreams
Bloody, dying, face down to the floor
I can’t relieve the emptiness
Struggle all alone to fight my war
Day by day
I feel it slippin’ away
The more I stumble
The more I fade away
All the things you try to hide
And every time you had to lie
I’m broken
Every smile I had to fake
And every time I want to break
I’m broken again
Bloody, dying, face down to the floor
I can’t relieve the emptiness
Struggle all alone to fight my war
Day by day
I feel it slippin’ away
The more I stumble
The more I fade away
All the things you try to hide
And every time you had to lie
I’m broken
Every smile I had to fake
And every time I want to break
I’m broken again
And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says
This is a low
But it won't hurt you
When you are alone, it will be there with you
Finding ways to stay solo
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