And I’ve always been a sucker for mystery
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And I’ve always been a sucker for mystery
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And I’ve always been a sucker for mystery
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And I’ve always been a sucker for mystery
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So I turn to the left and I turn to the right
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But none of the answers are in sight
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So I made a mistake maybe once or twice
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And I can’t even get to paradise
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And a priest came up to me and touched my face
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He said terrible things happen round this place
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Such terrible things happen round this place
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Such terrible things happen round this place
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No demon, no man has got a clue
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But surely son, the end will turn out right for you
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'Cause I’ve always been a sucker for mystery
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And I’ve always been a sucker for mystery
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There’s a little boy walking up the stairs
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Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere
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He comes to a door but he’s afraid to knock
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And he bends down low and peers throught the lock
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And there’s a tall man standing with a glistening knife
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And he’s stooping over something that has no life
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With stifled tears he starts to turn away
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But a strange little voice seems to whisper
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«Stay!»
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He’s always been a sucker for mystery
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And he’s always been…
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I don’t want to say good bye
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I want to give it one more try
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I don’t want to say good bye
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I want to give it one more try
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Won’t somebody help
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Won’t somebody help
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I’m all alone now with nothing to do
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And I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go
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And I’m stuck with two tickets to an awful show
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And my mouth’s full of words but I’ve got nothing to say
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And I’ve been sitting in front of the TV set all day
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And my head’s in a vice and it won’t let up
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And my feet won’t move and if that ain’t enough
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The telephone rings…
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(«Hello?»)
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I’ve seen children with such angry faces
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When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry
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There’s a time and a place for everything
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There’s a time and a place for everything
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Now it doesn’t seem fair
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But who cares they’re someone else’s
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As long as they don’t come close to mine
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There’s a time and a place for everything
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There’s a time and a place for everything
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So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel
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Back in all the squalor and the living hell
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And they sell you this and they sell you that
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They sell you their sister for a buck and a half
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Such terrible things happen round this place
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Such terrible things happen round this place
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Such terrible things happen round this place
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And people disappear without a trace
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And I’ve always been a sucker for mystery
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And I’ve always been…
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Well the mystery that intrigues me the most
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Is the one that makes men give up hope
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The pride and the search for even little things
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That might give a meaning, or even a hint
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'Cause how can a free man not have hope
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When he hasn’t even reached the end of his rope?
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I don’t want to say good bye
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I want to give it one more try
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I don’t want to close the gate
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I still think that it’s not too late
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I know when I reach the end
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I want to start all over again
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And I’ve always been a sucker for mystery… |