Ray Songtext
von Glenn Tilbrook

Stuffs his hands in his pockets and lets out a sigh
He′s getting more brittle and he doesn't know why
Things aren′t going his way, though they were for a while
But he didn't know the difference between substance and style

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Finger on the pulse, yeah

Oh, mate, I'll give you a shout
He′s stopped taking notice and he′s feeling worn out
He's spring-loaded now
Oh, he′s liable to trip
He's taking offense at the mildest of quips


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He′s had a hard time and he's feeling misplaced
But it isn′t any more than anyone else has to face

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Nurturing his herd of scapegoats
Howling like a wounded teen
He's becoming a footnote in his own dream

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