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David Bowie

All of my life I've tried so hard Doing my best with what I had Nothing much happened all the same Something about me stood apart A whisper of hope that

There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy and sad of eye But very wise was he

I'm up on the eleventh floor And I'm watching the cruisers below My heart's in the basement My weekend's at an all time low He's down on the street And

Well she's a tongue twisting storm She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my honey not my money She's a funky thigh

People stared at the makeup on his face Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace The boy in the bright blue jeans Jumped up on the stage And lady

Hey man, ah leave me alone you know Hey man, well Henry, get off the phone, I gotta Hey man, I gotta straighten my face This mellow black chick just put

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette The wall to wall is calling, it lingers

Stone love, she kneels before the grave A brave son, who gave his life to see the slogan That hovers between the headstone and her eyes For they penetrate

Oh, yeah Mmm Still don't know what I was waitin' for And my time was runnin' wild A million dead end streets and Every time I thought I'd got it made