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Land of the living - Patti Labelle

Written by：Kristine Weitz/Rowland Armstrong/Robert Dougan

I got a mirror

A bottle and a pen

The mirror is cracked

The bottle is empty

And my pen don't know where to begin

I've got a picture

A letter and a song

Yes I do

The picture is torn

The letter is worn

And my tune has been sung before

Another show is over

And the lights have gone down

There's no flowers at my door

No no callers come around no no

But I'm glad to be alive

Sure enough in the land of the living

I can't believe that I survived

Still in love I'm in the land of the living

Can't believe that I survived

I saw the city

The lights and the music

The city is hard

The lights they have lied

And the music just seems to have died

I had my hope hope

I had my faith faith

And my pride pride yeah

To hope I cling

To faith I am blind

And my pride I have left far behind

Another show is over

And the lights have gone down down down

There's no flowers at my door

Ain't no callers come around babe

But I'm glad to be alive alive alive alive alive

Still in the land of the living babe

I can't believe that I survived

Still in the land of the living

I'm alive

I'm still standing

But I'm still standing

I'm still standing

I'm still standing

I'm still standing

Alive alive alive alive alive

Land of the living

Survive

Land of the living

Alive alive alive alive alive

Land of the living

Survive

Land of the living

Yes can any stop me

I believe yes I do

I had my hope hope I had my faith faith

And my pride pride yeah

To hope I cling to faith I am blind

And my pride I have left far behind

Well another show is over

And the lights have gone down down down

There's no flowers at my door

No nobody's comin' 'round baby

Hey stand up stand up stand up

Hey stand up stand up

Hey stand up stand up

Hey

I bet you can't believe

In the land of the living

Yes I am

Nothing can stop me but myself

I'm still feeling my sisters my mother my father

But I'm still here ooh ooh don't give up