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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Run down a street Who do you meet? Shining, glowing, the light in their faces Hustling and going to all the right places You stop to wonder and gaze at indigo skies All that they told you turned out to be cynical lies Colder than ice Your heart pays the price Reflected in images, days of the past Are you victorious when it comes to the last You stop and tarry and gaze at crystal-blue skies But have you ever asked who, what, when, where, how or why? All that they told you turned out to be sinister lies Can you see through the impossible illusions Why do they put you through all this confusion The calculated lies confound the situation Can you cope with all the pain and aggravation? Run down a street Who do you meet? Shining, glowing, the light in their faces Hustling and going to all the right places You stop to wonder and gaze at charcoal skies All that they told you turned out to be mis'rable lies All that they told you - unbearable lies |