NO MORE LIES

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NO MORE LIES

(Harris)

 

There's a darkened sky before me

There's no time to prepare

Salvage a last horizon

But no regrets from me

 

Maybe I'll be back some other day

To live again just who can say

In what shape or form that I might be

Just another chance for me

 

A hurried time no disgrace

Instead of racing to conclusion

And wishing all my life away

No-one can stop me now

 

Time is up it couldn't last

But there's more things I'd like to do

I'm coming back to try again

Someday maybe I'll wait till then

 

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

 

They're all sitting at my table

Talking tall and drinking wine

Their time is up just like me

But they just don't know it yet

 

So just a word of warning

When you're in your deepest dreams

There's nothing you can hide from

I've got my eye on you

 
The clock is fast the hour is near
Eventful past is ever clear
My life is set the time is here
I think I'm coming home
 

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

 
A hurried time no disgrace
Instead of racing to conclusions
And wishing all your life away
No-one can stop me now
 
Time is up it couldn't last
But there's more things I have to do

I'm coming back to try again

Don't tell me that this is the end

 

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

No more lies...No more lies...

 

No more lies...No more lies...

 

No more lies...

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PASCHENDALE

(Smith/Harris)

 

In a foreign field he lay

Lonely soldier unknown grave

On his dying words he prays

Tell the world of Paschendale

 

Relive all that he's been through

Last communion of his soul

Rust your bullets with his tears

Let me tell you 'bout his years

 

Laying low in a blood filled trench

Killing time 'til my very own death

On my face I can feel the falling rain

Never see my friends again

 

In the smoke in the mud and lead

Smell the fear and the feeling of dread

Soon be time to go over the wall

Rapid fire and end of us all

 

Whistles shouts and more gun fire

Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire

Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb

Be reunited with my dead friends soon

 

Many soldiers eighteen years

Drown in mud no more tears

Surely a war no-one can win

Killing time about to begin

 

Home, far away

From the war, a chance to live again

Home, far away

But the war, no chance to live again

 

The bodies of ours and our foes

The sea of death it overflows

In no man's land God only knows

Into jaws of death we go

 

Crucified as if on a cross

Allied troops they mourn their loss

German war propaganda machine

Such before has never been seen

 

Swear I heard the angels cry

Pray to God no more may die

So that people know the truth

Tell the tale of Paschendale

 

Cruelty has a human heart

Every man does play his part

Terror of the men we kill

The human heart is hungry still

 

I stand my ground for the very last time

Gun is ready as I stand in line

Nervous wait for the whistle to blow

Rush of blood and over we go

 

Blood is falling like the rain

Its crimson cloak unveils again

The sound of guns can't hide their shame

And so we die on Paschendale

 

Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire

Running straight at cannon fire

Running blind as I hold my breath

Say a prayer symphony of death

 

As we charge the enemy lines

A burst of fire and we go down

I choke a cry but no-one hears

Feel the blood go down my throat

 

Home, far away

From the war, a chance to live again

Home, far away

But the war, no chance to live again

 

Home, far away

From the war, a chance to live again

Home, far away

But the war, no chance to live again

 

See my spirit on the wind

Across the lines beyond the hill

Friend and foe will meet again

Those who died at Paschendale

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JOURNEYMAN

(Smith/Harris/Dickinson)

 

From the red sky of the east

To the sunset in the west

We have cheated death

And he has cheated us

 

But that was just a dream

And this is what it means

We are sleeping

And we'll dream for evermore

 

And the fragment remains of our memories

And the shadows we made with our hands

Deep grey came to mourn

All the colours of the dawn

Will this journeyman's day be his last?

 

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

 

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

 

But the memory still remains

All the past years not so strange

Our winter times are like a silent shroud

And the heartbeat of the day

Drives the mist away

And winter's not the only dream around

 

In your life you may choose desolation

And the shadows you build with your hands

If you turn to the light

That is burning in the night

Then the journeyman's day has begun

 

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

 

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

 

In your life you may choose desolation

And the shadows you build with your hands

If you turn to the light

That is burning in the night

Then the journeyman's day has begun

 

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

 

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

I know what I want

And I say what I want

And no one can take it away

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