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SILVER TONGUE (Gillan/Glover/Paice/Morse/Airey)
Well I'm standing here on moving station
All the world is traveling by
To strange outlandish destinations
There they go, I wonder why
I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
I get along
I use my silver tongue
You know I can dream in any language
Flying on my magic bed
And I don't need to work my passage
All I do is use my head
I may be crazy
But I'm no stupid
Sometimes I ramble
The I'm Lucid
I might seem lazy
But I'm hurting no-one
I get along
I use my silver tongue
I know exactly what you're thinking
But you don't know what's in my mind
You went too fast and now your sinking
Because you forgot to read the signs
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