And i've always been a sucker for mystery

And i've always been a sucker for mystery

And i've always been a sucker for mystery

And i've always been a sucker for mystery



So i turn to the left and i turn to the right

But none of the answers are in sight

So i made a mistake maybe once or twice

And i can't even get to paradise

And a priest came up to me and touched my face

He said terrible things happen round this place

Such terrible things happen round this place

Such terrible things happen round this place

No demon, no man has got a clue

But surely son, the end will turn out right for you

'cause i've always been a sucker for mystery

And i've always been a sucker for mystery



There's a little boy walking up the stairs

Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere

He comes to a door but he's afraid to knock

And he bends down low and peers throught the lock

And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife

And he's stooping over something that has no life

With stifled tears he starts to turn away

But a strange little voice seems to whisper

"stay!"

He's always been a sucker for mystery

And he's always been...



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I don't want to say good bye

I want to give it one more try

I don't want to say good bye

I want to give it one more try



Won't somebody help

Won't somebody help

I'm all alone now with nothing to do

And i'm all dressed up with nowhere to go

And i'm stuck with two tickets to an awful show

And my mouth's full of words but i've got nothing to say

And i've been sitting in front of the tv set all day

And my head's in a vice and it won't let up

And my feet won't move and if that ain't enough

The telephone rings... "hello!"



I've seen children with such angry faces

When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry

There's a time and a place for everything

There's a time and a place for everything



Now it doesn't seem fair

But who cares they're someone else's

As long as they don't come close to mine

There's a time and a place for everything

There's a time and a place for everything



So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel

In back of the squalor and the living hell

And they sell you this and they sell you that

They sell you their sister for a buck and a half

Such terrible things happen round this place

Such terrible things happen round this place

Such terrible things happen round this place

And people disappear without a trace

And i've always been a sucker for mystery

And i've always been...



Well the mystery that intrigues me the most

Is the one that makes men give up hope

The pride and the search for even little things

That might give a meaning, or even a hint

Cause how can a free man not have hope

When he hasn't even reached the end of his rope



I don't want to say good bye

I want to give it one more try

I don't want to close the gate

I still think that it's not too late

I know when i reach the end

I want to start all over again



And i've always been a sucker for mystery...




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