Of all the faces that you wear
Sometimes joy, sometimes despair
The mask has gone, no mystery
Replaced by vague transparency
Oh, it's just a phase you're going through
It's just a phase you're going through
The streets of London paved with lead
Just as my lungs are paved with Leb
Brush the cobwebs from my head
Feels like I'm stapled to this bed
Oh, it's just a phase you're going through
It's just a phase you're going through
The streets of London paved with lead
Just as my lungs are paved with Leb
Brush the cobwebs from my head
Feels like I'm stapled to this bed
Oh, it's just a phase you're going through
It's just a phase you're going through
Yeah, with this phase you're going through
Alternative Lyrics from Marks songbook (Dearest dead days):
Through all the faces that we wear
Sometimes joy, sometimes despair
The mask has gone, no mystery
Replaced by fraud and trickery
It's just a phase you're going through
You're just a stranger passing through
The streets of London are paved with lead
Just like my lungs are paved with Leb
Brush the cob-webs from my head
Feels like I'm welded to this bed
It's just a phase you're going through
You're just a stranger passing through
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