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Electric Light Orchestra Face The Music

You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end. Hey woman, you got the blues, cos' you ain't got no one else to use. There's an open

I remember somewhere in the rain, The faces of the passers-by, Staring faces broken blinds, I recall the situation clearly standing in a crowded car,

Away, the jokers's closing in, Reform and they will win, The light is fading fast. I know, you know, they know, we all know, Everybody's gonna burn down

So now it's getting late, for thse who hesitate, got no one, But they don't understand and no one hears the sound, It's like a waterfall, it's an illusion