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You came to watch the bandto see us play our partsWe hoped you'd lend an ear,You hope we dress like tartsBut back stage we stand nakedAll the make-up cleaned away,My poet sheds his pretty skinAnd turns to face the dayAnd there's nothing to be done,No nothing to be said,Last night I felt immortalThis morning I feel deadAnd the loveThat gave its blaze to my heart,Now brings a hazeBe careful...I'm an axe victim,Hung up on these silver strings,Like wings,Like time machines...Like voices on the windsWe hit the road to Hull,Sad amps and smashed guitars,Played badly at 'The Duke' to almostno applause...But someone made it worthwhileWhen shining with bright eyes,Letras de cancionesThey gave me full attentionAnd took me by surprise...But today the feeling's gone.No, faded like a ghost,Last night I saw the future,This morning there's no hopeAnd the words that I sung so clearAre now cloudedBy my tearsPlease be carefulI'm an axe victim,Hung up on these silver strings,Like sails,Like seagulls cries...Like churchbells in the night... From Letras Mania