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THE FACES
(Rod Stewart, Ron Wood) Woken up on mornings such as this Thought exactly the same as I'm thinking now. Every night for a year I've slept alone. Cold damp room looks worse than me, no no no Got a fear of death that creeps on every night. I know I won't die soon, but then again I might, Water down the drain, I'm wasting away. Doctors can't help the ghost of a man that's me Water down the drain goes to the sea, The pattern of my life keeps a-haunting me. Moisture from the ocean fills the sky, Come on down to the ground as the time goes by I never found out the reason why My parents had to lie About the place that I was born Or from my hometown I was torn At the tender age of four I was livin' by homemade law
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