Twenty years ago I was just a boy...
time goes so slow when you're havin' fun...
my favourite stars are out tonight. So I feel somewhat justified, another excuse to confuse, abuse and forget myself. Here I go...
now I know...
show me the river to drown all my sorrows...
Another blow on the bruise. Another blow on the bruise. One touch of darkness and you know where you are. For this is my, my old true friend...
And you know old friends are the best friends 'cause they know just who you are...
they take you to a place where you can hide your disgrace and leave you all alone...
swing low...
swing high...
My friends I never cry.
Way down...
Deep low...
To the place where we must go...
Another blow on the bruise. Another blow on the bruise...
I'm just the once upon a time man, inviting you to a dream of mine. So welcome, won't you come now' but just take your time and when you go back with those stories you gotta tell, just remember my heaven is another man's hell...
the door is always open, the door is never closed...
and the story is never told... so...
show me the river to drown all my sorrows...
another blow on the bruise, another blow on the bruise.
You can take me in, throw me out, cut me up, shut me out... Nothing you do or say will change my ways. I've been there before and I've come back for more...
So ya all gotta sing... singalong now! ...
Swing low! Swing high! My friends I never cry. Way down! Deep low! To the place where you must go...
To the place where you must go...
Another blow on the bruise. Another blow on the bruise.
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