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So,
so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain.
Can
you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do
you think you can tell?
And
did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees?
Hot
air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change?
And
did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How
I wish, how I wish you were here
We're
just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year
Running
over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears
Wish
you were here
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When
you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray
that the road is long,
full
of adventure, full of knowledge.
The
Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the
angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
You
will never find such as these on your path,
if
your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion
touches your spirit and your body.
The
Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the
fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if
you do not carry them within your soul,
if
your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray
that the road is long.
That
the summer mornings are many, when,
with
such pleasure, with such joy
you
will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop
at Phoenician markets,
and
purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl
and coral, amber and ebony,
and
sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as
many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit
many Egyptian cities,
to
learn and learn from scholars.
Always
keep Ithaca in your mind.
To
arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But
do not hurry the voyage at all.
It
is better to let it last for many years;
and
to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich
with all you have gained on the way,
not
expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca
has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without
her you would have never set out on the road.
She
has nothing more to give you.
And
if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise
as you have become, with so much experience,
you
must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
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Empty
spaces - what are we living for
Abandoned places - I guess
we know the score
On and on, does anybody know
what we are looking for
Another hero, another mindless
crime
Behind the curtain, in the
pantomime
Hold the line, does anybody
want to take it anymore
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile still stays
on
Whatever happens, I'll leave
it all to chance
Another heartache, another
failed romance
On and on, does anybody know
what we are living for?
I guess I'm learning, I must
be warmer now
I'll soon be turning, round
the corner now
Outside the dawn is breaking
But inside in the dark I'm
aching to be free
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
but my smile still stays on
My soul is painted like the
wings of butterflies
Fairytales of yesterday will
grow but never die
I can fly - my friends
The show must go on
I'll face it with a grin
I'm never giving in
On - with the show
I'll top the bill, I'll overkill
I have to find the will to
carry on
On with the -
On with the show-
The show must go on...
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