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Lyrics for 'Crucifiction Lane' by 'Procol Harum'
(trower / Reid)
You'd Better Listen Anybody, 'cos I'm Gonna Make It Clear
That My Life Is Unimportant; What I've Done I Did Through Fear
There's A River Running Through Me: On Its Tide I Tried To Hide
Nonetheless I Could Not Shake It, And In The End It Swept Aside
All My Feeble Unimportance. I Can't Say It, Never Mind
Can't You Hear Me Mother Calling You? I'm Cold, I'm Deaf, I'm Blind
And If Only 'cos You're Lucky, We Both Know That's No Find
I Did Think I'd Be An Actor. What I Am I'll Leave Behind
You'd Better Listen Anybody, 'cos It's Me And You --that's It
And In Case You Find Your Maker Perhaps You'll Plead For Us A Bit
All My Sick Is In My Stomach, All My Sweat Is Clearly Fear
And If You Could See Inside Me I Don't Think You'd Have Me Here
Tell The Helmsman Veer To Starboard, Bring This Ship Around To Port
And If The Sea Was Not So Salty I Could Sink Instead Of Walk
And In Case Of Passing Strangers Who Are Standing Where I Fell
Tell The Truth: You Never Knew Me, And In Truth It's Just As Well
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