Lyrics

How was I to know? So discreet, no-one speaks Take the word from here If you play you've got to pray But when the fire goes out The dark starts moving in And that's the truth Right now you're on the stand And I feel like the judge Who needs the proof? The slaves of truth I won't be beat, not in a thousand years Just leave me now, oh oh (That's the truth) (Who needs the proof?) (The slaves of truth) I won't be beat, not in a thousand years I'll never lose, if I can prove you're not the one Just leave me now, you're making my blood run cold The word is out, so go, your feet won't touch the ground Now that she has gone I've got to shake the pain, act like a man The sweetness that's inside Will slowly die away But when the fire goes out The dark starts moving in And that's the truth (That's the truth) Right now you're on the stand And I feel like the judge Who needs the proof? (Who needs the proof?) The slaves of truth (The slaves of truth) I won't be beat, not in a thousand years I'll never lose, if I can prove you're not the one Just leave me now, you're making my blood run cold The word is out, so go, your feet won't touch the ground Who do you think you are? You're making a fool of me Make no mistake, this is no fake, this is the end Just shut your mouth, make room for someone new So guess who's back, it's happy Jack, and that's no lie The word is, the word is out Oh, oh I won't be beat, not in a thousand years Just leave me now, you make my blood run cold The word is, the word is out Oh, oh I won't be beat, not in a thousand years
Writer(s): Ian Craig Marsh, Martyn Ware, Glenn Peter Gregory Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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