I've been hanging round for days
Take the portraits from the wall
I know what I've become
By the marks upon their arms
But now I've got to choose
and who is going through
By the stories that were told
embrace the cowardly and the weak
they're inside and I sing here
Now I would swear this life is you
but now you've got the rush
I know things don't mean much
and chances come too soon
and now we're singing out of tune
Just go out and get it straight
Leave romantics to their spite
alternatives we'll find
But there's nothing we can find
So we'll all call it a day
a nothing's hall of fame
'Cause we don't know we're strong enough
But people, people, we're not in love
Roll your sleeves up, find your arms insane
down the corridors of life
over fences glens and ditches deep
who will win and who will lose?
and chances come too soon
and now we're singing out of tune
'Cause we don't know we're strong enough
But people, people, we're not in love
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