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It’s hard, hard to stand up for what’s right
And bring home the bacon each night
Hard not to break down and cry
When every idea that you’ve tried has been wrong
But you must go on

It’s hard but you know it’s worth the fight
’cause you know you’ve got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
Don’t be afraid of what they’ll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day

It’s hard, hard when you’re here all alone
And everyone else has gone home
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivity’s gone
And it’s gone
But you still carry on

’cause you, you are the only one left
And you’ve got to clean up this mess
You know you’ll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on

Anyway, I’ve lost my face,
My dignity, my look,
Everything is gone
And I’m tired now.

But don’t be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
Every day on my old bicycle you loved.

I am pilling up some unread books under my bed
And I really think I’ll never read again.

No concentration,
Just a white disorder
Everywhere around me,
You know I’m so tired now.

But don’t worry
I often go to dinners and parties
With some old friends who care for me,
Take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.
Monochrome flat, monochrome life,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.

Sometimes I search an event
Or something to remind,
But I’ve really got nothing in mind.

Sometimes I open the windows
And listen people walking in the down streets.
There is a life out there.

But don’t be scared,
I found a good job and I go to work
Every day on my old bicycle you loved.

Anyway, I can try
Anything it’s the same circle
That leads to nowhere and I’m tired now.

Anyway, I’ve lost my face,
My dignity, my look,
Everything is gone
And I’m tired now.

But don’t worry
I often go to dinners and parties
With some old friends who care for me,
Take me back home and stay.

Monochrome floors, monochrome walls,
Only absence near me,
Nothing but silence around me.

I saw her in the pub,
I met her later at the nightclub.
A mutual friend introduced us
We talked about the noise
And how its hard to hear your own voice
Above the beat and the sub-bass.
We talked and talked for hours,
We talked in the back of our friend’s car
As we all went back to his place.

On our friend’s settee,
she told me that she really liked me
And I said: “Cool, the feeling’s mutual.”
We played old 45s
And said it’s like the soundtrack to our lives
And she said: “True, it’s not unusual.”
Then privately we danced
We couldn’t seem to keep our balance
A drunken haze had come upon us.
We sank down to the floor
And we sang a song that I can’t sing anymore
And then we kissed and fell unconscious.