Paralysed
Songwriters: Gill, Andy; King, Jon
Wealth is for the one that wants it
Blinkered, paralysed
Flat on my back
I was good at what I did
I'm washed up
History is the reason
I can't make out what has gone wrong
The crows come home to roost
They say our world is built endeavor
That every man is for himself
What I wanted now just seems a waste of time
My ambitions come to nothing
Paradise, if you can earn it
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