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be yourself


someone falls to pieces
sleepin all alone
someone kills the pain
spinning in the silence
to finally drift away
someone gets excited
in a chapel yard
catches a bouquet
another lays a dozen
white roses on a grave

to be yourself is all that you can do

someone finds salvation in everyone
and another only pain
someone tries to hide himself
down inside himself he prays
someone swears his true love
untill the end of time
another runs away
separate or united?
healthy or insane?

to be yourself is all that you can do

and even when you've paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up
with every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck
don't lose any sleep tonight
i'm sure everything will end up alright

you may win or lose

but to be yourself is all that you can do
to be yourself is all that you can do

like a stone

on a cobweb afternoon
in a room full of emptiness
by a freeway i confess
i was lost in the pages
of a book full of death
reading how we'll die alone
and if we're good we'll lay to rest
anywhere we want to go

in your house i long to be
room by room patiently
i'll wait for you there
like a stone
i'll wait for you there
alone

on my deathbed i will pray
to the gods and the angels
like a pagan to anyone
who will take me to heaven
to a place I recall
i was there so long ago
the sky was bruised
the wine was bled
and there you led me on

in your house i long to be
room by room patiently
i'll wait for you there
like a stone
i'll wait for you there
alone

and on i read
until the day was gone
and i sat in regret
of all the things i've done
for all that i've blessed
and all that i've wronged
in dreams until my death
i will wander on

i am the hightway

pearls and swine bereft of me
long and weary my road has been
i was lost in the cities
alone in the hills
no sorrow or pity for leaving i feel

i am not your rolling wheels
i am the highway
i am not your carpet ride
i am the sky


friends and liars don't wait for me
i'll get on all by myself
i put millions of miles
under my heels
and still too close to you
i feel

i am not your rolling wheels
i am the highway
i am not your carpet ride
i am the sky
i am not your blowing wind
i am the lightning
i am not your autumn moon
i am the night

what you are

and when you wanted me
i came to you
and when you wanted someone else
i withdrew
and when you asked for light
i set myself on fire
and if i go far away i know
you'll find another slave

cause now i'm free from what you want
now i'm free from what you need
now i'm free from what you are

and when you wanted blood
i cut my veins
and when you wanted love
i bled myself again
now that i've had my fill of you
i'll give you up forever
and here i go far away
i know you'll find another slave

cause now i'm free from what you want
now i'm free from what you need
now i'm free from what you are

then a vision came to me
when you came along
i gave you everything
but then you wanted more