Silverchair

Silverchair - The Man That Knew Too Much lyrics

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There was a man that knew too much

With a panic attic mind but a chance to numb

His golden touch to ignore the will of time

Had me struck down open to the fact

I was standing in a line with a broken occupation on my back



Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say it's changing every day

The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey

It's not enough to say that this is my love



He had the anti midas touch

Temporary state of mind

But a chance to die enhances growth

Now I'm trembling all the time

Stumble round making faces on the scene

Scene what what

Stumble round make your faces on your own



Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say it's changing every day

The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey

It's not enough to say that this is my love



I'm not your mocking bird

That sings your cellar song

She got a paper run

You're compensated



Can we all gather round on the scene

Can we all move around on our own

Are ya a mover shaker all alone



Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say it's changing every day

The way I'm thinking in different shades of grey

It's not enough to say

Time is not a moment we're letting slip away

There's nothing left to say but this is my love



I'm not your mocking bird

That sings your cellar song

She got a paper run to write your letters wrong


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Language: English

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