Peter Jagger, All are called

Lyrics
You use the vacant days
To sit and dream in the sun
Live life in a haze of memories
Just trying to stay hung on

Chorus
And you seek no more deliverance
In the ragged wilderness fast
For all are called to the cutting board
When the clock runs down at last
When the clock runs down at last

And when they nail the lid
What if youre still alive
Relax in the dark, compose yourself
For to sleep is to survive
Chorus

Then all youre left are dreams
In which shes still around
To hell with the surface misery
Youll live under the ground
Chorus

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