Текст песни Uriah Heep - Sympathy
Uriah Heep - Sympathy слова песни
Sympathy just doesnt meanThat much to meCompassions notThe fashion in my mindAnd if youre looking forA shoulder to cry onDont turn your head my waycause Id rather haveMy music any dayYou and I areMasters of our destinyWe look for consolation all the timeUntil we find out things are notWhat they were meant to be, oh noAnd if it doesnt suit our moodWell call it crimeDedications not an obligationOr a figment ofSomeones imaginationIts the only way they sayTo live from day to dayTo make each passing wayA small sensationDreams are the possession ofThe simple manReality the fantasy of youthBut living is a problem thatIs common to us allWith love the onlyCommon road to truth