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Lyrics for Prospects by Madness:
| | | Artist: | Madness |
| | Album: | Miscellaneous | | Track: | Prospects | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 135 | | | | Lyrics: | Prospects By Madness.
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A train ride
Till tuesday
A
platform far away
Scarlet shades of evening
Move clouds so grey
The
waking
Ariving
The dirty station where
He passes crouds of people
Who Don't see
him there
He's a desert island man
A forgien man who's cast away
Stranded in
this home from home
>From his family far away
Home
This is it
This is
it
Is this my heart
I miss you with all my heart
This is not
Is this not my
home
One shoe-laced cardboard suitcase
One passport from he came
One room for a
light bulb
Where no one's been
Sticks and stones
My old bones
It's now
nineteen fifty-four
When then I could fight
But not any more
The city
room
Where is my room
He thinks of home far away
Home
This is
it
This is it
Is this my heart
I miss you with all my heart
This is not
Is
this not my home
I thik I'm geting old
Well the climate's changed
Stranded on
this island
While others change
He's a desert island man
A forgien man who's
cast away
Stranded in this home from home
>From his family far away
How is it
when you feel it
Do you know what gets you down
You're looking in the windows
When
you walk this town
>From the L.P./Cassette "Keep Moving | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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