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(trower / reid)
You'd better listen anybody, 'cos i'm gonna make it clear
That my life is unimportant; what i've done i did through fear
There's a river running through me: on its tide i tried to hide
Nonetheless i could not shake it, and in the end it swept aside
All my feeble unimportance. i can't say it, never mind
Can't you hear me mother calling you? i'm cold, i'm deaf, i'm blind
And if only 'cos you're lucky, we both know that's no find
I did think i'd be an actor. what i am i'll leave behind
You'd better listen anybody, 'cos it's me and you --that's it
And in case you find your maker perhaps you'll plead for us a bit
All my sick is in my stomach, all my sweat is clearly fear
And if you could see inside me i don't think you'd have me here
Tell the helmsman veer to starboard, bring this ship around to port
And if the sea was not so salty i could sink instead of walk
And in case of passing strangers who are standing where i fell
Tell the truth: you never knew me, and in truth it's just as well
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