الكلمات الأصلية
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You're banging your drum
You blow your own trumpet
Your ship came in
And your fanfare sunk it
The tide has turned, our love's gone forever
I stand on the shore
As it floats down the river
I had such hopes
I had such visions planned
The frames were shot
But now our future's canned
I had my hopes so high
They fell right down
I'm banging my head
You watch without malice
(you watch with no interest at all)
I bet all your friends
Compare this to ¡°dallas¡±
(I might as well talk to a brick wall)
So under the arm I feel the cold shoulder
So I'll once again
Have to play the wild rover
Do I need all this pressure
Do I bury my temper
