HOW TO CARRY ON...

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Left out there alone among the ruins of my life
Where has the sun shining upon my face gone
Now only frosty wind blows straight into my eyes
That’s me on the shore staring at the distant horizon

I have nothing left being devoid of evanescent hope
Being deceived by the delusive world i wonder if it’s fair
Though realization of my dreams seemed to be so close
To be thrown to drown in the the ocean of crimson despair

How could i look into eyes of my dissapointed mother
Empty words can’t cope with the terrible reality
How to apologise her for giving a lot of bother
Tromented by allembracing debility

Trying so hard to keep evanescent, lost happiness
Condemned by all those peole with hearts of stone
Just one question rattling in my head nonetheless
How to carry on.............

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Carry on regardless...

:-)

Good As Gold
Artist: The Beautiful South

Don\'t know what I\'m doing here
I\'ll carry on regardless
Got enough money for one more beer
I\'ll carry on regardless

Good as gold, but stupid as mud
He\'ll carry on regardless
They\'ll bleed his heart \'til there\'s no more blood
But carry on regardless

Carry on with laugh
Carry on with cry
Carry on with brown under moonlit sky

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this

Got one note to last all week
I\'ll carry on regardless
The hill to happiness is far too steep
I\'ll carry on regardless

Dried his mouth in the Memphis sun
He carried on regardless
Tried to smile and he bit his tongue
But carry on regardless

Carry on with work
Carry on with love
Carry on with cheering
Anything above

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this


I don\'t want silver, I just want gold
Carry on regardless
Bronze is for the sick and the old
But carry on regardless

I want my love, my joy, my laugh, my smile, my needs
Not in the star signs
Or the palm that she reads
I want my sun-drenched, wind-swept Ingrid Bergman kiss
Not in the next life
I want it in this
I want it in this