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The curtain breathes, the air swims
The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin
The sheets they twist and turn again, round and round
My mother she feeds and cares for me
Shackled to responsibility
All her precious dreams for me crashing down
Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK
Tell them all just not today, not today . . .

They're building special facilities
Laboratory animals die for me
I live with my humility - humility
November 1989, they're dancing on the Berlin Wall tonight
I feel the flow of history and have no part
Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK
Tell them all just not today, not today . . .

A little night in town we said - oh I remember very well
They'll be out of prison soon and me I'm locked forever in this . . .

I went for my mother to a holy shrine
The wheelchairs rattled through the afternoon
Over the cobbles and up the hill
In an ordered procession of desperate will
It hurts just the way it hurts today
Those moments come, then recede away
Better to accept what you cannot change
The less the pain . . .
Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK
Tell them all just not today, not today . . .
The curtain breathes, the air swims   The sweat dries cold on the shivering skin   The sheets they twist and turn again, round and round   My mother she feeds and cares for me   Shackled to responsibility   All her precious dreams for me crashing down    Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK   Tell them all just not today, not today . . .       They're building special facilities   Laboratory animals die for me   I live with my humility - humility   November 1989, they're dancing on the Berlin Wall tonight   I feel the flow of history and have no part    Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK   Tell them all just not today, not today . . .       A little night in town we said - oh I remember very well   They'll be out of prison soon and me I'm locked forever in this . . .       I went for my mother to a holy shrine   The wheelchairs rattled through the afternoon   Over the cobbles and up the hill   In an ordered procession of desperate will   It hurts just the way it hurts today   Those moments come, then recede away   Better to accept what you cannot change   The less the pain . . .    Ch: Tell them all to go away, tell them all I'll be OK   Tell them all just not today, not today . . .