It's time to go
It's time to leave
It's time to leave your
Brain behind
Enjoy yourself
Whilst you can
The fresh winds blow
The cobwebs all away
For every single happy face
We chase their footsteps
To their graves
Don't we
It's to play
A song and dance
In storage in case
You're found out
The sceptic sceptic
Drops his mask
You're not supposed to ask
Questions
For every single happy face
A smile a wave
A found embrace
Goodbye
So returned form
Whence they came
Realising that it's
All the same
When you scan it
Properly
In an instant dream moment
He is caught
Run over
By his own
Train of thoughts
In his mind
An ambulance has come
With himself
At the controls
He's come to far to
Change his ways
Wished He'd stayed
In the boring days
A nervous breakdown in Paradise (Original Remastered) Video (MV)
Performed By: The Nigel Purcell Trio
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Andrew Purcell, Nigel Ratcliffe
The Nigel Purcell Trio - A nervous breakdown in Paradise (Original Remastered) Lyrics
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It's time to go
It's time to leave
It's time to leave your
Brain behind
Enjoy yourself
Whilst you can
The fresh winds blow
The cobwebs all away
For every single happy face
We chase their footsteps
To their graves
Don't we
It's to play
A song and dance
In storage in case
You're found out
The sceptic sceptic
Drops his mask
You're not supposed to ask
Questions
For every single happy face
A smile a wave
A found embrace
Goodbye
So returned form
Whence they came
Realising that it's
All the same
When you scan it
Properly
In an instant dream moment
He is caught
Run over
By his own
Train of thoughts
In his mind
An ambulance has come
With himself
At the controls
He's come to far to
Change his ways
Wished He'd stayed
In the boring days
It's time to leave
It's time to leave your
Brain behind
Enjoy yourself
Whilst you can
The fresh winds blow
The cobwebs all away
For every single happy face
We chase their footsteps
To their graves
Don't we
It's to play
A song and dance
In storage in case
You're found out
The sceptic sceptic
Drops his mask
You're not supposed to ask
Questions
For every single happy face
A smile a wave
A found embrace
Goodbye
So returned form
Whence they came
Realising that it's
All the same
When you scan it
Properly
In an instant dream moment
He is caught
Run over
By his own
Train of thoughts
In his mind
An ambulance has come
With himself
At the controls
He's come to far to
Change his ways
Wished He'd stayed
In the boring days
Writer: Andrew Purcell, Nigel Ratcliffe
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music