I was slipping through the cracks Of a stolen jewel I was tightrope Walking in two ton shoes Now somebody is talking about a Third world war And the police said this was normal control And the candle was burning yesterday Like somebody's best friend died And I've been caught in a mind riot I was crying from my eye teeth and Bleeding from my soul And I sharpened my wits on a dead man's skull I built an elevator from his bones Had to climb to the top floor just To stamp out the coals And the candle was burning yesterday Like somebody's best friend died And I've been caught in a mind riot I'm tied within I'm luck's last match struck In the pouring down wind
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