The Singer Sang His Song

"He'd sing his song most ev'ry night

Wishing she was there behind the light 
The people danced and sang along
On the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong
And the piper played the tune
And the drummer won his spurs
But the song that the singer sang was for her

Now the singer's song is never heard
And the visions he once saw are disappeared 
Now they never dance or sing along
But on the cardboard stage he never sang it wrong 
And the piper played the tune
And the drummer won his spurs
But the song that the singer sang was for her"

I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, hurting my head from things that I'd said.

'Til I finally died, which started the whole world living,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was one me.




R.I.P.  Robin .
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去年今日：與匿名談歷史
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