Roland Orzabal
Hypnoculture
Face the facts, you can't relax You gotta get that train back on its tracks Till the morning comes The work is done Find your place beneath the sun Rake those leaves as thick as thieves Then go and put your heart back on its sleeve Till September rain And all its pain Dies in vain And I know what you're thinking The world is shrinking your bones
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