And I've always been a sucker for mystery
  And I've always been a sucker for mystery
  And I've always been a sucker for mystery
  And I've always been a sucker for mystery
  
  So I turn to the left and I turn to the right
  But none of the answers are in sight
  So I made a mistake maybe once or twice
  And I can't even get to paradise
  And a priest came up to me and touched my face
  He said terrible things happen round this place
  Such terrible things happen round this place
  Such terrible things happen round this place
  No demon, no man has got a clue
  But surely son, the end will turn out right for you
  'Cause I've always been a sucker for mystery
  And I've always been a sucker for mystery
  
  There's a little boy walking up the stairs
  Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere
  He comes to a door but he's afraid to knock
  And he bends down low and peers throught the lock
  And there's a tall man standing with a glistening knife
  And he's stooping over something that has no life
  With stifled tears he starts to turn away
  But a strange little voice seems to whisper
  "Stay!"
  He's always been a sucker for mystery
  And he's always been...
  
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  I don't want to say good bye
  I want to give it one more try
  I don't want to say good bye
  I want to give it one more try
  
  Won't somebody help
  Won't somebody help
  I'm all alone now with nothing to do
  And I'm all dressed up with nowhere to go
  And I'm stuck with two tickets to an awful show
  And my mouth's full of words but I've got nothing to say
  And I've been sitting in front of the TV set all day
  And my head's in a vice and it won't let up
  And my feet won't move and if that ain't enough
  The telephone rings... "Hello!"
  
  I've seen children with such angry faces
  When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry
  There's a time and a place for everything
  There's a time and a place for everything
  
  Now it doesn't seem fair
  But who cares they're someone else's
  As long as they don't come close to mine
  There's a time and a place for everything
  There's a time and a place for everything
  
  So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel
  In back of the squalor and the living hell
  And they sell you this and they sell you that
  They sell you their sister for a buck and a half
  Such terrible things happen round this place
  Such terrible things happen round this place
  Such terrible things happen round this place
  And people disappear without a trace
  And I've always been a sucker for mystery
  And I've always been...
  
  Well the mystery that intrigues me the most
  Is the one that makes men give up hope
  The pride and the search for even little things
  That might give a meaning, or even a hint
  Cause how can a free man not have hope
  When he hasn't even reached the end of his rope
  
  I don't want to say good bye
  I want to give it one more try
  I don't want to close the gate
  I still think that it's not too late
  I know when I reach the end
  I want to start all over again
  
  And I've always been a sucker for mystery...