Текст песни David Bowie - After All

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Please trip them gently,
They don't like to fall,
Oh by jingo!
There's no room for anger, we're all very small,
Oh by jingo!
We're painting our faces and dressing
In thoughts from the skies from paradise.
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball,
Won't someone invite them
That's all, after all.

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown,
Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down,
Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone.
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence,
They're just older children
That's all, after all.

I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords,
With my words I've borrowed your time
And I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred
that we're nobody's children at all, after all.

Live till your rebirth
And do what you will,
Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said,
Please bear me no ill,
Oh by jingo
After all, after all

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