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Glenn Close - Surrender Lyrics
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No more wars to fight
White flags fly tonight
You are out of danger now

Battle field is still
Wild poppies on the hill
Peace can only come when you surrender

Here the tracers fly
Lighting up the sky
But I'll fight unto the end

Let them send their armies
I will never bend
I won't see you now 'til I surrender
I'll see you again when I surrender

Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich

Look, lady, you've got the wrong man
I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway

Get out

Okay, I'm sorry you lost your friend

Get out of here

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Or shall I call my servant?

Aren't you Norma Desmond? You used to be in pictures
You used to be big

I am big
It's the pictures that got small

Once upon a time, not long ago
The head of any studio
Knew how and when to play his aces
Now they put some talentless unknown
Beneath their sacred microphone
We didn't need words
We had faces

Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them
The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos
They trampled on what was divine
They threw away the gold of silence
When all they needed was this face of mine

Hey, don't blame me
I'm just a writer
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No more wars to fight
White flags fly tonight
You are out of danger now

Battle field is still
Wild poppies on the hill
Peace can only come when you surrender

Here the tracers fly
Lighting up the sky
But I'll fight unto the end

Let them send their armies
I will never bend
I won't see you now 'til I surrender
I'll see you again when I surrender

Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich

Look, lady, you've got the wrong man
I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway

Get out

Okay, I'm sorry you lost your friend

Get out of here

Haven't I seen you somewhere before?

Or shall I call my servant?

Aren't you Norma Desmond? You used to be in pictures
You used to be big

I am big
It's the pictures that got small

Once upon a time, not long ago
The head of any studio
Knew how and when to play his aces
Now they put some talentless unknown
Beneath their sacred microphone
We didn't need words
We had faces

Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them
The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos
They trampled on what was divine
They threw away the gold of silence
When all they needed was this face of mine

Hey, don't blame me
I'm just a writer
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Writer: Andrew Lloyd-Webber, Christopher James Hampton, Don Black
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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