Texty: Briggs (The). Come All You Madmen. Molly.

Take a bow
Collect all your pumps and praise
Like a bomb, you turn night into day
I want to sing all the things my mind forgets
But the words don?t escape my mouth occupied by this cigarette

Yesterday
I thought it couldn?t get much worse
Until I woke up this morning
I hoped to sleep until this chaos was gone
So don?t wait for me, it?s time to move on

Carry on, carry on
To where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, we have to let go
Carry on, carry on
To where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, carry on

The moon hides behind the clouds
The foothills don?t make a sound
The clocks tired arms continue to spin round
I hold my breath under this ocean of silence
Until I put an end to this mind of violence

Carry on, carry on
To where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, we have to let go
Carry on, carry on
To where? I don?t know
Carry on, my dear Molly, carry on
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