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From: "How To Build An Empire"
This Haunted Man
It was just a slender doubt
That once, he'd been that way before
It couldn't be right
But the thought all night
Kept nagging like a knock at the door.
And a call on the telephone
a meeting place to meet at night
A voice from a mouth
Like a bite from a mouth
Like a shock from an outgoing wire
Oh no, he can't understand
This kiss while dancing or a life in the stands
Blood and his bones and his life in his hands
The Haunted Man
Then an endless corridor
A street he knew but he couldn't place
A street of the mind
And a voice in his mind
And a smile that he matched with the face
Then he saw through a crowded light
Eyes that died so long ago
Flicking a switch
To show screaming pictures
That haunted him out to the snow
And he'll come on his own
And he'll wait on his own
He's got time on his own
Cos he lives on his own
And he'll laugh on his own
And he'll die on his own
And he'll give of his own
For a life all alone
And he'll be on his own
For a dream on his own
Or to stand there alone
Or to fall on his own
Take the prize on his own
Or the drop on his own
Or he'll fly on his own
Or be sleeping in the gutter
And he'll breathe and he'll die
And he'll try
And he'll get no reply
And he'll wait for a lie
And he'll get no reply
so he'll dream up a lie
Yes, he'll dream up a lie
Oh no, he can't understand
This kiss while dancing or a life in the stands
Blood and his bones and his life in his hands
The Haunted Man
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