A Man of Great Promise...The Style Council
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And I think of what you might have been,
a man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream -
And the more you saw you hated
But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame -
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
All the things that you might have been - but who am I to say?
Still I wonder -
If it's in the cold earth you prefer to lay -
If it's in the cold earth - you prefer to stay
And I think of what you might have been,
a man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream -
And the more you saw you hated
But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame -
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
All the things that you might have been - but who am I to say?
Still I wonder -
If it's in the cold earth you prefer to lay -
If it's in the cold earth - you prefer to stay
