The End Of The Line
I see an angel, i see a demon,
I see a soul sat silent between them.
Plink! Plink! Plink! goes the water: It's torture,
So i think, think, think that i oughta stop.
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There'll be no more deaf and dumb, blind, wild child,
And no more highs from addictions denied.
There'll be no more lies - I've unshut my eyes,
And the power of a will's been realised.
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There'll be no more horns, only halos and wings,
And there'll be no more yo-yo mood swings.
No more living at the speed of sound,
No bullet train - No underground.
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There'll be no more trips to the races,
To back donkeys in handicap chases.
No more spin of the roulette wheel,
No fruit machine - No blackjack deal.
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There'll be no more heebie-jeebies,
Or pleas for powder freebies.
No pricey bags of confidence,
No frozen shoulders, taught and tense.
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There'll be no more sleep synthetic,
And making excuses pathetic.
No more drunken thuggish scenes,
No white line nights - No magic beans.
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There'll be no more "manana...manana..."
And no more banana skin feet - No slips.
There'll be no more binges, and nerves with twinges,
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
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