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Mike And The Mechanics The Living Years

Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Crumpled bits of paper

Father held so dear I know that I'm a hostage To all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years Crumpled bits of paper

is on the table And the ghost is plain to see There's nothing wrong with you or me. I won't live in your world, You can't live in mine We don't hate

: While you're defending yourself Maybe you'd like to explain Are you a king for a day Is it some ancient campaign Warpaint your flag on your face Gather

hot, hot, hot. Ooh, it's hot. That's right it's black and white You're saying day is night But you leave me black and blue. You say nothing's everlasting And

insist on playing hames When I try to state my case You just put me in my place - you say Don't Will you walk with me Will you talk with me Open your heart And

It must be hard It must be hard It must be hard. Nobody's perfect All of the time Nobody's perfect We are what we are There's no perfect reason And no

friend in England Who says I must escape The meetings of Mao and Nixon It's an old debate. But I believe in the magic Of the King and the Queen And I

You can be unkind You can rob him blind But you can't keep that poor boy down. You can lie and cheat You can chain his feet But you can't keep that poor boy down. And