A Diffrent Kind of Thing
held into the corner
down by my hand
with empty pockets
im all over town
the music plays
i dance around
with money in mind
and desire to find
it's all over in sunshine
and begining at night
for fellow to find him
i found him quite stong
down to begining
an evening high
we say nothing
no one passes by
i drink in the shadow
still we mange to find ourselves
we gave it away
i never took myself serious
oh to be young was all we were
so i siad nothing to say
we danced all night
our usual dance
we have no money
but all of us rich
never to live alone
only to die young
forgiven for being old
we took to the sky
always our hands held high
but as the morning comes
we drift apart
with our lovers we find
we kiss till the moon comes down
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