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Genesis A Trick Of The Tail

we saw A spire of gold, no, a trick of the eye, that's all But the beast was gone and a voice was heard They got no horns and they got no tail They

When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of the ground Freudian slumber empty of sound Over the rooftops and houses Lost as it tries to be seen

Lovelier she was than any that I know Angels never know it's time To close the book And gracefully decline The song has found a tale My, what a jealous

that I had A pool of bubbles and tears, just a pool of tears Just a pool of tears All in all you are a very dying race Placing trust upon a cruel world

many days journey we came to a peak Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out. We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick

many days journey we came to a peak Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out. We followed his gaze and we thought maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick

thicker than blood. But a prison in sand Is a haven in hell, For a gaol can give you a goal And a goal can find you a role On a muddy pitch in Newcastle

like son Not flesh nor fish nor bone A red rag hangs from an open mouth. Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle, A-tumbling and a-bumbling

: When you're asleep they may show you Aerial views of the ground, Freudian slumber empty of sound. Over the rooftops and houses, Lost as it tries