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If all you've got to do today is find peace of mind
Come round you can take a piece of mine
And if all you've got to do today is hesitate,
Come here, you can leave it late with me.

You could be taking it easy on yourself
You should be making it easy on yourself,
'cause you and I know,
It's all over the front page, you give me road rage,
Racing through the best days,
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.

If all you've got to prove today is your innocence,
Calm down, you're as guilty as can be,
But as all you've got to lose, alludes to yesterday,
Yesterday's through, now do anything you please.

You could be taking it easy on yourself
You should be making it easy on yourself
'cause you and I know,
It's all over the front page you give me road rage
Racing through the best days,
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.
You're losing your mind.

You, you've been racing through the best days
You, you've been racing through the best days.
Space age, road rage, fast lane,

And if all you've got to do today is find peace of mind
Come here, you can take a piece of mine.

You could be taking it easy on yourself
You should be making it easy on yourself
'cause you and I know,
It's all over the front page, you give me road rage,
Racing through the best days,
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.

But you and I know,
We all live in the space age, coming down with road rage,
Racing through the best days
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.
It's not over, it's not over, it's not over,
It's not over, it's not over, it's not over, you and I know
We all live in the space age, you give me road rage,
Racing to the best days
It's up to you boy you're driving me crazy,
Thinking you may be losing your mind.
Losing your mind

Lost cat in Arthur Street, black and white
If you go, I'll come without a fight
I'm sick of hearing damning words
Of you come cursing through my head
And I'm too proud to sit here,
Chasing time, wasting things we shared,
Or thought we had.

You said, I'm you digging a home
Truth is, you left a long time ago
But you can turn it on and play the innocent, Though you've been caught.
And I'm too proud to sit here,
Saying everything is how it was.
Never been this sure.
Take it from where you want to grow,
There's always tomorrow.
I'd rather have you smile than have you fall,
No matter where you go.

Ten men in trial of love succeed
All those in Arthur Street will walk free.
And you can turn it on and play
At anything you ever wanted to.
Cause you're not dull and I'm not strong
Enough to carry on wondering
How we're gonna see this through.

Small wonder you've not heard from her
She's gone now, back in england
She got spirit, will go farther
But she can't see the romance in the colour of your schemes
The colour of your schemes . . . oh
But you know and i that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
Why blunder? there's no wonder
You've been feeling six foot under
Make it happen, you: it could happen
But don't forget to turn the light off if you're last to leave
If you're last to leave here
''cause you know and i that all girls are fly
And all men must die for their cars
And you know and i that all men are fly
And all girls must die, or something
To fade

I've got my work cut out with you
You tore bits out of me
Your carpet burns and bruises blue
And there for all to see

But I can tell you've been through hell
Finally you wear it well
It's an accessory
It's time to change your uniform
And hand it on to me, to me

And I dream one day I'll find
The one who lives inside my mind
They feel the same way too
We've all been used
Dazed, beautiful and bruised
Dazed, beautiful and bruised

And blame is not a one way street
The widest avenue
But cause me grief
And my beliefs is harm will come to you

Between the lines I think you'll find
Lessons learned from alleys blind
Beauty can turn sour
So recognize through all the lies
The hero of the hour, the hour

And I dream one day I find
The one who lives inside my mind
They feel the same way too
We've all been used
Dazed, beautiful and bruised

When there's nothing, nothing left to lose
Dazed, beautiful and bruised

Dazed

Storm the palace
Storm the palace

Turn it into a bar
Let them work in spar

Storm the palace
Storm the palace

Turn it into flats
Make the all ex-pats

'Cause tourism is congestion
Tourism is congestion

Storm the palace
Storm the palace

You can stick you obe
I'll sort out your bad feng shui

'Cause tourism is a congestion
Tourism is a congestion

Storm the palace

I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it

But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight also ails those tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me

I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there behind walls of sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as I would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me

Here I am
Here I am
And here I stand
Here in my kitchen where I familiar with every brand
Here I am
A front line with labels where I witness custard's last stand
Here I am