When success is on your mind
But true direction is missing
You know the Gods have lied but you're still smitten
By the stars in your eyes
I can tell you know where you are
Smile sweetly and you'll be forgiven
You're almost free, almost free to come and go
Bed setting room for ambitious prisoner
Walk away, don't take no for an answer
Turn a blind eye to it all
Let sleeping dogs lie
Down in Queensway
Like a bulldozer chasing butterflies
Down sad English streets you wander
Over sleeping bodies you step lightly
All the snow on the ground
Lets you pass by without a sound
One last look before you disappear
Walk away, don't take no for an answer
Turn a blind eye to it all
Let sleeping dogs lie
Down in Queensway
Walk away, don't take no for an answer
Turn a blind eye to it all
Let sleeping dogs lie
Down in Queensway
Writer(s): Mark Jeremy Seymour, Barry John Joseph Palmer, John Melville Lee Archer, John Albert Howard, Douglas James Falconer, Robert David Miles, Jeremy Stuart Smith, Michael Bernard Waters
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