Bruce Dickinson - Confeos

In the smoky haze, she was dancing free 
Should've ordered one but I ordered three 
Then I watched the room, and it was dancing too 
So I ordered four and I hit the floor 

On the count of five, I was still alive 
At the stroke of six, I picked a two drink mix 
At the stroke of seven, I fell out of heaven 
As the clock struck eight, I felt the hand of fate 
 
You're in the spotlight 
And I'm running out of hours 
You're in the spotlight 
The wheels of your life starts now 

Tell Me What's was on your mind, yeah 
May I approach from behind, yeah 
Tell Me What's was on your mind, yeah 
Start confessing to your crimes, yeah 

Well, I tried to come but I was already there 
Did I arrive too soon? Well better late than never 
When I come again, you will know it's time 
Cause I have to go to catch another rhyme 

Things are getting tight, maybe one more stroke 
Any last words from the fiery people 

Tell Me What's is on your mind, yeah 
May I approach from behind, yeah 
Run to your confessing crimes, yeah 
His Tell Me What is on Your Mind, yeah 

Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, into the sun 
Now the wheels of life goes rolling on, we roll as one 

Tell Me What's is on your mind, yeah 
Start confessing to your Crimes, yeah 
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