George Michael - Through

Is that enough? I think it's over See, everything has changed And all this hatred may just make me strong enough To walk away They may chase me to the ends of the earth But I've got you babe And they may strip me of the things that I've worked for But I've had my say So hear me now I've enough of these chains I know they're of my making No one else to blame for where I stand today I've no memory of truth But suddenly the audience is so cruel So God, hey God you know why I'm through Through I guess it's tough, I guess I'm older And everything must change But all this cruelty and money instead of love People, have we no shame? Well they may chase me to the ends of the earth But I've got you, babe And they may take away the things that I've worked for But you'll pull me through, babe It's so clear to me now I've enough of these chains Life is there for the taking What kind of fool would remain in this, in this cheap, gilded cage? I've no memory of truth But suddenly the audience is so cruel Oh God, I'm sorry I think I'm through I think I'm through I think I'm, I know I'm