Sting – 50000 (Guitar)

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Another obituary in the paper today,

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One more for the list of those who've already fallen.

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Another one of our comrades is taken down,

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Like so many others of our calling.

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We tweet our anecdotes, our commentary,

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Or we sing his songs in some sad tribute,

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While the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tell,

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That he's no longer able to deny or refute.

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50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing,

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And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him.

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How well I remember the stadiums we played,

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And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50,000 souls we'd face.

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A serious drug that you could never kick,

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Or one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replace.

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We flew like kites on the wings of amphetamine,

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Secured only to a bass line and a snare drum beat.

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But really what did any of it mean?

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When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat.

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50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing,

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And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him.

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Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays,

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Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away.

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Reflecting now on my own past,

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Inside this prison I've made of myself.

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I'm feeling a little better today,

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Although the bathroom mirror is telling me something else.

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These lines of stress, one bloodshot eye,

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The unhealthy pallor of a troubled ghost.

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Where did I put my spectacle case?

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I'm half blind and as deaf as any post.

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50,000 hands are raised to a man that's just like you and me.

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We create the gods we can and gift them immortality.

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Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays,

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Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away.