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 Twilight Of The Empire
(lyrics: Mark Brend)

Do I tell you you're in exile?
The lights are bright on the golden mile
And the sun is setting fast
On the kingdom of your past

From London to Hong Kong
I hear the blaze of youth has gone
And laughter is a noise
From the wreckage of your poise

All your men confide
Your love is like a landslide
Raise your glass up higher
To the twilight of the Empire

How long before it hits you?
The uniform doesn't fit
There's not a soul around
To see you kiss the ground

And you're shouting out commands
Salute the mirror with trembling hands
As you summon your reserves
From the borders of your preserve

Then you dare to contrive
There is light left in your eyes
You raise your glass up higher
To the twilight of the Empire