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Worm in a Bottle

	When you're down to the last skin and the
	limelight splutters,
	to darkness in the death of a zippo (tm).
	At the backstage door the last fan has long
	disappeared with
	a plastic bag stuffed full of memories.
	If only you'd signed them, if only to testify, if only
	to recognise that he existed.
	Fish
	That for a moment he stood there.
	Side by side in the gutter on the hard cold
	shoulder of destiny.
	(Chorus):
	You say never again this is the end and it's all gonna
	change you're determined this time.
	Year after year you pretend it's for real and it's all
	gonna change you're determined this time.
	Well happy birthday to me!
	When you're the worm in the bottle. Your're the
	and there's nowhere to go to. And the minicab driver politely suggests
	you go home. If you could only remember, just where that's at, just
	where you been, just where it went wrong. You'll eventually find it,
	(Chorus):
	When you're down to the end line and they're writing you up
	and writing you off and it feels just like an obituary.
	You feel it's all over. You want to drive on down to the beach
	and just keep on swimming. But you're still treading water.
	(Chorus):
	Happy Birthday!
[00:00.00]	作词 : Boult, Dick

	When you' re down to the last skin and the
	limelight splutters,
	to darkness in the death of a zippo tm.
	At the backstage door the last fan has long
	disappeared with
	a plastic bag stuffed full of memories.
	If only you' d signed them, if only to testify, if only
	to recognise that he existed.
	Fish
	That for a moment he stood there.
	Side by side in the gutter on the hard cold
	shoulder of destiny.
	Chorus:
	You say never again this is the end and it' s all gonna
	change you' re determined this time.
	Year after year you pretend it' s for real and it' s all
	gonna change you' re determined this time.
	Well happy birthday to me!
	When you' re the worm in the bottle. Your' re the
	and there' s nowhere to go to. And the minicab driver politely suggests
	you go home. If you could only remember, just where that' s at, just
	where you been, just where it went wrong. You' ll eventually find it,
	Chorus:
	When you' re down to the end line and they' re writing you up
	and writing you off and it feels just like an obituary.
	You feel it' s all over. You want to drive on down to the beach
	and just keep on swimming. But you' re still treading water.
	Chorus:
	Happy Birthday!
[00:00.00]	zuò cí : Boult, Dick