Sting - 50000

^FAnother obituary in the ^Apaper today, ^FOne more for the list of those who've alre^Dady fallen. ^FAnother one of our comrades ^Ais taken down, ^FLike so many others of our ^Dcalling. ^FWe tweet our anecdotes, our^A commentary, ^FOr we sing his songs in some ^Dsad tribute, ^FWhile the tabloids are holding a story of ^Akiss and tell, ^CThat he's no longer able to deny or refute.

^A50,000 ^Dvoices rising ^Aevery time ^Dhe'd sing, ^AAnd every word he ^Dever wrote ref^Alecting back t^Do him.

^FHow well I remember the sta^Adiums we played, ^FAnd the lights sweeping across a sea of 50^D,000 souls we'd face. ^FA serious drug that you coul^Ad never kick, ^FOr one that you couldn't imagine you'd^D ever replace.

^FWe flew like kites on the wing^As of amphetamine, ^FSecured only to a bass line and a ^Dsnare drum beat. ^FBut really what did an^Ay of it mean? ^CWhen there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat.

^A50,000 ^Dvoices rising ^Aevery time ^Dhe'd sing, ^AAnd every word he ^Dever wrote ref^Alecting back t^Do him. ^AStill believing th^Dat old lie, th^Ae one that you^Dr own face betrays, ^ARock Stars don't ^Dever die, they^A only fade away.

^FReflecting now on my o^Awn past, ^FInside this prison I've made ^Dof myself. ^FI'm feeling a little b^Aetter today, ^FAlthough the bathroom mirror is telling me^D something else. ^FThese lines of stress,^A one bloodshot eye, ^FThe unhealthy pallor of a tro^Dubled ghost. ^FWhere did I put my spe^Actacle case? ^CI'm half blind and as deaf as any post.

^A50,000 hands are r^Daised to a man^A that's just l^Dike you and me. ^AWe create the gods^D we can and gi^Aft them immort^Dality. ^AStill believing th^Dat old lie, th^Ae one that you^Dr own face betrays, ^ARock Stars don't ^Dever die, they^A only fade away.