CASSANDRA COMPLEX lyrics : "Second shot"
A shepherd following his dog to the ends of the Earth
Second by twenty-three days, Alan; no-one knew your name
You didn't get your sixteen minutes of fame
Just a second, second shot
Second, second shot
All that glitters isn't gold, but who cares, anyway?
Playing handball with my conscience
America, come back to me
For a second, second shot
Second, second shot
The Great Escape, tunnelling through the air
One man and his dog, playing all the time
One small ball for a man
One giant game for mankind
And a second, second shot
Second, second shot
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