Same thing happens every day can't explain it any way Sun comes up day goes by, sun goes down and that's when I come alive to the fact that I've really got no control I'm alive twenty five but I've still got no control of me, control of you, control of the hole that the post come through One stop here two stops there One big scream and I'm back in my chair I'm alive to the fact that I've really got no control I'm alive twenty five but I've still got no control And I talk too much, and I wont let go I relax too much in the afterglow But I'm alive at the Marquee Live at the Marquee And it's just another country but the change their times and sides like the farcical feet of a marching band So we're all getting cynical Their smiles may fade but we don't care anymore we're a boys brigade And we talk too much, and we wont let go We relax too much in the afterglow But we're alive at the Marquee Live at the Marquee So we all die of cancer For a few dead flowers outside or a day in the life of a fruit machine and we're all playing asteroids, there's a score on the screen Not a soul in the worlds gonna beat, but it won't stop me And I talk too much, and I wont let go I relax too much in the afterglow But I'm alive at the Marquee Live at the Marquee Live at the Marquee Live at the Marquee Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com