Somewhere out in that godforsaken night
Time was running out for you
And as I dropped exhausted into bed
The global atmospherics carried news
I'd been out too long
Too tired to turn the radio on
All I wanted was sleep......
Now listen, I’m not one for worshipping the past
It's deceitful and plays tricks upon the mind
But to ignore it would be just as bad
As pretending you've no nose between your eyes:
I awoke to the phone
"Good start to the day" I moaned as I got out of bed
I stood in the freezing cold
Listening to your solemn tone
As you told me he was dead

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I felt like screaming, I felt like losing control
A tingling sensation crept over my soul
I had a feeling as the tears poured out
A tingling sensation crept over my scalp

I read the newspapers, those bastions of lies
And wondered how much of it was true
’cos in the past they seemed to take delight
In writing loads of rubbish about you
Soon they'll advertise shoddy products and merchandise
The final fortunes of fame