"The Musical Box" as written by Peter Gabriel, Anthony Banks, Phil Collins, Steven Hackett and Michael Rutherford....
Play me old King Cole
That I may join with you
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies
But I am lost within this half-world
It hardly seems to matter now

Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again

Just a little bit
Just a little bit more time
Time left to live out my life

Play me my song
Here it comes again
Play me my song
Here it comes again

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
So he called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three

But the clock, tick-tock
On the mantle piece
And I want, and I feel, and I know, and I touch
The wall!

She's a lady, she's got time
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your face
She's a lady, she is mine
Brush back your hair, and let me get to know your flesh

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Touch me now, now, now, now, now...


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"The Musical Box" as written by Phil Collins Anthony Banks

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