And I've always been a sucker for mystery 
And I've always been a sucker for mystery 
And I've always been a sucker for mystery 
And I've always been a sucker for mystery 

So I turn to the left and I turn to the right 
But none of the answers are in sight 
So I made a mistake maybe once or twice 
And I can't even get to paradise 
And a priest came up to me and touched my face 
He said terrible things happen round this place 
Such terrible things happen round this place 
Such terrible things happen round this place 
No demon, no man has got a clue 
But surely son, the end will turn out right for you 
'Cause I've always been a sucker for mystery 
And I've always been a sucker for mystery 

There's a little boy walking up the stairs 
Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere 
He comes to a door but he's afraid to knock 
And he bends down low and peers throught the lock 
And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife 
And he's stooping over something that has no life 
With stifled tears he starts to turn away 
But a strange little voice seems to whisper 
"Stay!" 
He's always been a sucker for mystery 
And he's always been... 

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I don't want to say good bye 
I want to give it one more try 
I don't want to say good bye 
I want to give it one more try 

Won't somebody help 
Won't somebody help 
I'm all alone now with nothing to do 
And I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go 
And I'm stuck with two tickets to an awful show 
And my mouth's full of words but I've got nothing to 
And I've been sitting in front of the TV set all day 
And my head's in a vice and it won't let up 
And my feet won't move and if that ain't enough 
The telephone rings... "Hello!" 

I've seen children with such angry faces 
When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry 
There's a time and a place for everything 
There's a time and a place for everything 

Now it doesn't seem fair 
But who cares they're someone else's 
As long as they don't come close to mine 
There's a time and a place for everything 
There's a time and a place for everything 

So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel 
In back of the squalor and the living hell 
And they sell you this and they sell you that 
They sell you their sister for a buck and a half 
Such terrible things happen round this place 
Such terrible things happen round this place 
Such terrible things happen round this place 
And people disappear without a trace 
And I've always been a sucker for mystery 
And I've always been... 

Well the mystery that intrigues me the most 
Is the one that makes men give up hope 
The pride and the search for even little things 
That might give a meaning, or even a hint 
Cause how can a free man not have hope 
When he hasn't even reached the end of his rope 

I don't want to say good bye 
I want to give it one more try 
I don't want to close the gate 
I still think that it's not too late 
I know when I reach the end 
I want to start all over again 

And I've always been a sucker for mystery...