The End of What's Pretend

Evil's blowing in today, oh the wind
There's a dark storm coming and the devil's swaying thin
I haven't seen him so you've been told
What exactly is your offer?
Is it silver and gold?
In whose hands lie the cards that I hold?
Am I forsaken, ready to fold

How long has it taken for now to get old?
Do you remember how it started way back when
We've reached the end of what is pretend
Now all is real and it's staged like a gem
Rare is the precious stone and it cuts right to the bone
The stars always falling, how is so many left?
The winds that are blowing, they never seem to run out of breath

And not many have survived like the wolves that thrived in the night clubs and the dives
Let me out, I'm sick of this jail
An ice cargo is only a snail
Is it a porpoise, just a whale?
I guess so, time will tell the tale
Earthquakes coming, storms and hail Everything else would seem quite pale

By comparison there can only be one One such black day on the sun
It comes once a year and it's here I fear
We part ways in these black days
I'm down on my knees, you got me begging please
All night long I'm like a mad disease
I'm down on my knees, you got me begging please
All night long I'm like a mad disease

I'm down on my knees, you got me begging please
All night long I'm like a mad disease
I'm down on my knees, you got me begging please
All night long I'm like a mad disease



Credits
Writer(s): Nora Harris
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