...to Kate
The Sundays - Life Goes On
Build me up, don t get me down
Weather the storm
Well, life goes on
Feelings ebb and flow by hours
You re up in the clouds
and then you sink like a stone
So do you feed yourself with pills?
Hope to deaden your ills
Or are you only one love short
of happiness
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You ve left yourself far away
Build me up, don t mop my brow
Weather the storm? No...
Because life goes on
It s my only hope right now
To soar like a bird
and not to sink like a stone
So do you feed yourself with pills?
Oh, to deaden your ills?
Or are you only one love short
Of happiness
And in a picture on the wall
No glimmer of yourself at all
You ve left yourself far away
solo: , , , ;
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Oh, so do you feed yourself with pills?
To cure you of your ills
Or are you only one love short
Of the happy days to come
And in a picture on the wall
You can t see your face at all
So unti yourself
Because that s all you ve got to do
And I can grow a pair of wings
And I can take off flying
There ll be no crying
Up in the air, looking back down
And let me tell you, if I talk about gloom
I don t get out of feeling down
It strips you of yourself
and it splits you from the self that you know...
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