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• Artiste: Hugh Cornwell
• Titre: Nerves of Steel
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In the middle of the day When things don't go your way And when life starts to bite And it don't turn out right And your top is spinning round Far along the open ground Then you have to hang on tight Or you'll be blown from sight How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel It takes nerves of steel In the middle of the night If the stars ain't bright And you wonder till the dawn Why you feel so forlorn And you know that you are lost You never count the cost Of all the mistakes you made And all the games you played How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel It takes nerves of steel In the middle of your life When you're staring at the knife And you're near the cutting edge Close enough to make a wedge But you know it ain't enough Even though you hate the stuff It's a sweet and bitter pill But after all it's only real How does it feel How does it feel How does it feel It takes nerves of steel