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David Robinson

The End's the Same

Tell me you're sorry, I'll take it as read
Nose to the grindstone, better off dead
What shall we do now?
Who gives a damn
I'm just a tin soldier
A shell of a man

Everyone has a cross to bear
I don't mind, if you don't care
Everyone has an axe to grind
And I don't care if you don't mind

The end's the same
For one and all
The end's the same
 We're all so small

New face on the cover, a goal for us all
Too bad if you're ugly, or too fat or too small,
When you cry you're just
One of a whispering few
Too small to take charge
There's nothing to do

Everyone has a cross to bear
I don't mind, if you don't care
Everyone has an axe to grind
And I don't care if you don't mind

The end's the same
For one and all
The end's the same
 We're all so small

Wherever you come from, I've already been
Whatever you’re trying to say
I know what you mean
Whatever you're looking for, I've already seen
Wherever you come from...

Follow the masses, live till you die
You can't live longer, so don't even try
There's no longer a reason
For things to be done
So look up and smile now
Live to have fun

© David Robinson