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Savatage The Best And The Rest

... Lost in a movie script With no words left to say You leave on that plane alone And there inside a midnight fog I turn and walk away What good's

was all in our heads And though in the dark we dream at night, they were better unsaid [chorus] But this is the time and this is the place And these

have its horn Soon he's just a fantasy It's a gutter ballet Just a menagerie Still the orchestra plays On a dark and lonely night To a distant fading

Let me tell you a story about this friend of mine. D.T. Jesus used to stand for Down Town Jesus. He used to sell drugs and stuff down there, and they

should understand it It's not underhanded It's really quite simple you see The right and the wrong of it Long and the short of it Black and the white

All alone Lost unknown And whispered in your sights And in the dark it all unwinds I pray for change The kiss of time And in my thoughts I sit and dwell

about you anymore A study made from winter Of summers long ago And dreams that used to glitter Safely now hidden under snow And so we end the chapter And