All inhibitions gone and on display
All innocence has gone and flown away

A winner now when that time there was none
To reinterpret, all that's redundant
To be true to all my illusions
As for contentment, all that's behind me

I fled

A loser now when I thought that I had won
No pearls now, none to speak of
To think of the past seems so uncool
I reconsidered, fell into my swimming pool

I fled

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Writer(s): ANDY GILL, JON KING