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M. Bose / C. Marrale / A. Rear

Come inside
I could talk for hours keep you up here all night
You know maybe what's wrong
And I know maybe what's right
Come inside...

Stay awhile
Let me show you pictures of this innocent child
He became the man who stopped the boy running wild
Stay awhile

And I see the shadow behind
Is climbing the wall
Towering over my head
One simple fact
Confuses it all
I'm finding conviction
Much stranger than fiction

There are no more words
It's just a language we've already heard
There's just one more road
I'm gonna pack a bag and let you go
And make new tracks in the dust...

Close your eyes
I can tell you how I cracked the mirror's disguise
I looked for too long saw the world passing by
Close your eyes

And I see the shadow behind
Is climbing the wall
Towering over my head
One simple fact
Confuses it all
I'm finding conviction
Much stranger than fiction

There are no more words
It's just a language we've already heard
There's just one more road
I'm gonna pack a bag and let you go
And make new tracks in the dust...
New tracks in the dust...

© 1987 Sispe s.a.s.
M. Bose / C. Marrale / A. Rear      Come inside   I could talk for hours keep you up here all night   You know maybe what's wrong   And I know maybe what's right   Come inside...      Stay awhile   Let me show you pictures of this innocent child   He became the man who stopped the boy running wild   Stay awhile      And I see the shadow behind   Is climbing the wall   Towering over my head   One simple fact   Confuses it all   I'm finding conviction   Much stranger than fiction      There are no more words   It's just a language we've already heard   There's just one more road   I'm gonna pack a bag and let you go   And make new tracks in the dust...      Close your eyes   I can tell you how I cracked the mirror's disguise   I looked for too long saw the world passing by   Close your eyes      And I see the shadow behind   Is climbing the wall   Towering over my head   One simple fact   Confuses it all   I'm finding conviction   Much stranger than fiction      There are no more words   It's just a language we've already heard   There's just one more road   I'm gonna pack a bag and let you go   And make new tracks in the dust...   New tracks in the dust...      © 1987 Sispe s.a.s.