"After All" as written by Rebecca Jones and Sam Stubbings....
Please trip them gently,
They don't like to fall,
Oh by jingo

There's no room for anger,
We're all very small,
Oh by jingo

We're painting our faces
And dressing in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children,
That's all, after all

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown,
Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down,
Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together
And some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence,
They're just older children
That's all, after all

I sing with impertinence,
Shading impermanent chords, with my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred
That we're nobody's children at all, after all
Live till your rebirth and do what you will,
Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill,
Oh by jingo

After all, after all


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"After All" as written by Marques B. Houston Jerome Jones

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