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It's a Steal

	作词 : Collins
	The first two chords I chanced upon
	Became the bedrock of this song
	Don't ask me where it all went wrong
	That's for you to sit and ponder upon
	Sometimes I'm thinking to myself
	Should have left my dreams upon the shelf
	I don't want to reveal too much about how I feel
	It's a steal
	I built my dreams on a bed o nails
	When the twilight fails I'll fall off the rails
	I might end up on that railside verge
	Where my conscience merged with a Celtic dirge
	When the black cap sings at the crack of dawn
	I'll be so far gone he won't hear me yawn
	It's not as if my boots are down at heel
	It's a steal
	Ho hum I might be dumb
	But I can't compete with you old chum
	I can't compete so I won't compete
	'Cause I'm never gracious in defeat
	Sometimes I'm thinking to myself
	It's down to me and no one else
	And then I fall to earth and I get real
	It's a steal
	Ninety-nine new pence is fine
	But I draw the line at the one pound sign
	I draw a line that I dare not cross
	Where a rich man's gain is poor man's loss
	Where the outlaw gang in Lincoln green
	Work undercover for the Queen
	But it's just a yarn it's not as if it's real
	It's a steal
	Sometimes I'm thinking to myself
	Should have left my dreams upon the shelf
	(Tell me what you really want)

	zuò cí : Collins
	The first two chords I chanced upon
	Became the bedrock of this song
	Don' t ask me where it all went wrong
	That' s for you to sit and ponder upon
	Sometimes I' m thinking to myself
	Should have left my dreams upon the shelf
	I don' t want to reveal too much about how I feel
	It' s a steal
	I built my dreams on a bed o nails
	When the twilight fails I' ll fall off the rails
	I might end up on that railside verge
	Where my conscience merged with a Celtic dirge
	When the black cap sings at the crack of dawn
	I' ll be so far gone he won' t hear me yawn
	It' s not as if my boots are down at heel
	It' s a steal
	Ho hum I might be dumb
	But I can' t compete with you old chum
	I can' t compete so I won' t compete
	' Cause I' m never gracious in defeat
	Sometimes I' m thinking to myself
	It' s down to me and no one else
	And then I fall to earth and I get real
	It' s a steal
	Ninetynine new pence is fine
	But I draw the line at the one pound sign
	I draw a line that I dare not cross
	Where a rich man' s gain is poor man' s loss
	Where the outlaw gang in Lincoln green
	Work undercover for the Queen
	But it' s just a yarn it' s not as if it' s real
	It' s a steal
	Sometimes I' m thinking to myself
	Should have left my dreams upon the shelf
	Tell me what you really want