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06.03.2007 |
1. | Space Maker |
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5. | Mayfair Song |
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9. | Lost Message |
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12. | Night Sight |
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No time before it's too soon
No time after it's too late
Time's getting old, time's over now
Don't try to be on time
Don't try to run after time
Time's getting on, time's over now
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
Time's getting on, time's over now
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
Time's getting on, time's over now
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
Time's getting on, time's over now
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
I'm a little boy, you're a little girl
Once upon a time
Time's getting on, time's over now
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Please do not follow where I am leading
Someone must clear these things away
Here in the burnt out husk of the morning
Struck out with nothing left to say
Yeah this was one hell of a party
Nobody ever got to bed
But the morning after's killing me
And I have to rest my head
And just where were we trying to get to
I can't recall one single word
And the faces that pushed themselves before you
Congeal into one, nothing transferred
This was one hell of a party
And it's still living in my head
But the morning after shines so cold
So follow where I live
This was one hell of a party
Nobody got to go to bed
Let's face it now, it's over
But this morning after's killing me
And I have to rest my head
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I'm falling in love
I'm falling down, falling down
Down on the ground
I'm falling in love
I'm falling down, falling down
Down on the ground
How strange is your love
How strange is your love
How warm is your love
How tough is your love
I'm hitting the ground
It's hurting me, hurting me
It's hurting my love
I'm hitting the ground
It's hurting me, hurting me
It's hurting my love
How strange is your love
How strange is your love
How warm is your love
How tough is your love
I'm burning my love
I'm burning alive, burning alive
Down on the ground
I'm burning my love
I'm burning alive, burning alive
Down on the ground
How strange is your love
How strange is your love
How warm is your love
How tough is your love
How strange is your love
How strange is your love
How warm is your love
How tough is your love
I'm falling in love
I'm falling down, falling down
Down on the ground
I'm falling in love
I'm falling down, falling down
Down on the ground
How strange is your love
How strange is your love
How warm is your love
How tough is your love
How tough is your love
How tough is your love
How tough is your love
How tough is your love
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Left bank, I'm waiting for someone
Someone to be my friend
Outside, traffic's running slowly
I hear it from my window
Without you, I'm getting lost
Without you, there's no release
I can't hold the sun
I can't hold the sun
It's raining, love is not around me
How can it get soak?
Homesick, this is how I feel now
This is how you left me
Without you, I'm getting lost
Without you, there's no release
I can't hold the sun
I can't hold the sun
Without you, I'm getting lost
Without you, there's no release
I can't hold the sun
I can't hold the sun
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I would like to own your photograph
The angels cry to have your photograph
As if you were awfully made for life
As fortune favor fools like candle light
I would like to own your autograph
The angels fight to own your photograph
But you reckon on the photograph
Look at you provision on the night
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J'en perds la raison
(I lost my mind)
Dans la mer du Japon
(in the sea of Japan)
J'en perds la raison
Dans la mer du Japon
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Without blindness, there is no sight
You'd see further if you'd only close your eyes
In unconsciousness I can find peace
Inside prison walls I can find release
There is a place that I have seen
Somewhere between waking and sleeping
Down at the water's edge
Somebody waits for me
Is it too late for me
It's never too late, he says
[Left Channel]
Without blindness, there is no sight
You'd see further if you'd close your eyes
Unblock the failure
[Right Channel]
Without blindness, there is failure
People gather by the river
They were talking
There is a place that I have seen
Somewhere between waking and sleeping
Leaning over the side
Trailing my fingertips
Feeling the water slip
Into the quiet night
Viewed from the wrong end of a telescope
I see myself, so far below
Still and silent, rest in peace
The thread unravels
Merciful release
There is a place that I have seen
Somewhere between waking and sleeping
Now I can almost see
Figures upon the shore
He's gathering in the oars
Where are you taking me
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When the redhead girl goes by
The course of time stands still
When the redhead girl goes by
Goes by
Goes by
When the redhead girl goes by
It's a dream with a blue knife
When the redhead girl goes by
Goes by (X4)
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