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In an ever-setting mould Sinatra watching me I will wear my soul on my sleeve This way is not my colour Tarred with the same old brush The picture painted many times But I'll put on my bravest face Don't knock it till you've tried it son Oh no I'm sleeping in my clothes again Yeah, I think I'm slipping Is it the sand that's shifting or me This rope's not gripping I think I'm sinking slowly down Now the flickering's starting to fade The orange patches blur And the blinkers loosening now The light that once was blinding me... And this view's not too bad at all Don't know what my problem was And I can't seem to find the knob Still I'll keep on trundling on I think I spoke too quietly again Yeah, I think I'm slipping Is it the sand that's shifting or me Yeah, this rope's not gripping I think I'm sinking slowly down (solo) Yeah, I think I'm slipping Is it the sand that's shifting or me Yeah, this rope's not gripping I think I'm sinking slowly down Yeah, I think I'm slipping Is it the sand that's shifting or me Yeah, this rope's not gripping I think I'm sinking slowly down |