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Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security.
It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.
Lose your father, your husband,
Your mother, your children.
What are you dying for?
It's not my reality.
It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
Could have come through anytime,
Cold lonely, puritan.
What are you fighting for?
It's not my security.
It's just an old war,
Not even a cold war,
Don't say it in russian,
Don't say it in german.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.
Say it in broken english,
Say it in broken english.
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting for?
What are you fighting...
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Shall I see tonight sister, bathed in magic greet
Shall we meet on the hilltop where the two roads meet.
We will form the circle, hold our hands and chant,
Let the great one know what it is we want.
Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.
Sister, we are waiting on the rock and chain
Fly fast through the airwaves, meet with pride and truth.
Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.
Father, we are waiting for you to appear.
Do you feel the panic, can you see the fear?
Mother, we are waiting for you to give consent.
If there's to be a marriage, we need contempt.
Danger is great joy, dark is bright as fire,
Happy is our family, lonely is the ward.
La da da da da da, la la la la la.
La da da da da da, la la la la la.
La da da da da da, la la la la la
La da da da da da, la la la la la...
Remember death is far away and life is sweet
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I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I feel bad, so bad,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel bad.
I never lied to my lover,
But if I did I would admit it.
If I could get away with murder
I'd take my gun and I'd commit it.
I never gave to the rich, I never stole from the poor,
I'm like a curious child, give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more.
I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though I feel it in my veins, it's not enough.
I feel blood, I feel blood,
Though it's streaming through my veins it's not enough.
I never stole a scarf from harrods,
But if I did you wouldn't miss it.
I never stole a doll from lovecraft,
But if I did you know I'd kiss it.
I never stole from the rich, I never gave to the poor,
I'm like a curious child, just give me more,
More, more, more, more, more, more, more, more.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I know I've done no wrong I feel guilt.
I feel guilt, I feel guilt,
Though I ain't done nothing wrong I feel guilt.
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt
Guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt...
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The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning
round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.
Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through Paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy
chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew
too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and
offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past
the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris with the warm wind in her
hair ...
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As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career,
But you really can't function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and tv
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling us still,
But first we must learn how to smile as we kill
If we want to live like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be
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When I stole a twig from our little nest
And gave it to a bird with nothing in her beak
I had my balls and my brains put into a vice
And twisted around for a whole fucking week
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you let that trash
Get a hold of your cock, get stoned on my hash?
Why'd ya do it she said, why'd you let her suck your cock?
Oh, do me a favour, don't put me in the dark
Why'd ya do it, she said, they're mine all your jewels
You just tied me to the mast of the ship of fools
Why'd ya do it, she said, when you know it makes me sore
'Cause she had cobwebs up her fanny and I believe in giving to the poor
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you spit on my snatch?
Are we out of love now, is this just a bad patch?
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid
Why'd you do it, she said, ain't nothing to laugh
You just tore all our kisses right in half!
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did?
You drove my ego to a really bad skid
Why'd ya do it, she screamed, after all we've said
Every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do what you did
Betray my little oyster for such a low bid
The whole room was swirling
Her lips were still curling
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd ya do it, she said
Why'd you do what you did?
Oh, big grey mother, I love you forever
With your barbed wire pussy and your good and bad weather
Why'd ya do it, she said, why'd you do what you did ...
Ah, I feel better now.
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Here I lie in my hospital bed,
Tell me, sister morphine, when are you coming round again.
Oh, I don't think I can wait that long,
Oh, you see I'm not that strong.
The scream of the ambulance is sounding in my ears.
Tell me, sister morphine, how long have I been lying here?
What am I doing in this place?
Why does the doctor have no face?
Oh, I can't crawl across the floor.
Can't you see, sister morphine, I'm just trying to score.
Well, it just goes to show things are not what they seem.
Please, sister morphine, turn my nightmare into dreams.
Oh, can't you see I'm fading fast
And that this shot will be my last.
Sweet cousin cocaine, lay your cool hands on my head.
Hey, sister morphine, you'd better make up my bed
For you know and I know in the morning I'll be dead,
And you can sit around and you can watch the clean white sheets stain red
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Sweetheart
I'm changing my role in life,
I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life.
I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true,
I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you.
Sweetheart? I'm changing my mode of life,
I'm not re-arranging the main things in my life.
I'm not giving up now in mixed company.
I'll be holding on now looking to find my identity.
My freedom means too much to give up now.
It doesn't matter to you anyhow.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
My freedom means too much to give up now.
And did it matter so much anyhow.
Sweetheart
I'm changing my role in life,
I ain't re-arranging the main things in my life.
I ain't sacrificing what I hold as true,
I ain't sacrificing, sweetheart even for you.
My freedom means too much to give up now.
And did it matter so much anyhow.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart
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Intrigue? surrounding me
Intrigue? surrounding you
I was only looking for a bit of harmony and grace,
I swear I only meant it in good faith.
In league? enfolding you
Fatigue? I feel it, too.
I guess I never thought I had a thing or two to lose,
I never thought I'd end up as good news.
Believe in what you hear.
Concede to what you fear.
And if you think that I have so much love to go to waste,
Cut out the running home, make the pace.
Intrigue? surrounding me? you
Intrigue? surrounding you? me
I was only looking for a bit of harmony and grace,
I swear I only meant it in good faith.
And if you think that I have so much love to go to waste,
Cut out the running home, make the pace.
Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue
Intrigue
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What are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin'What are you takin' for beautie's sake
What are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin'What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?
My heart's achin' 'cause I can't ignore you,My heart's breakin' 'cause I can't reward youWhat can I do ? 'cause you stepped inside my soul
Feel like you're dyin' for beautie's sakeSay that you're lyin' for beautie's sakeWho cares what you're feeling ? You've lost and you're dealing for beautie's sake.
In your circle you hold supreme sway,Can you imagine not getting your own way ? What can I do'cause you stepped inside my soul ?
What are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin'What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?
My heart's achin' 'cause I can't ignore youMy heart's breakin' 'cause I can't reward you.What can I do ? 'cause you stepped inside my soul.
You stand astride the city takin' it all inLyin' before the fire admiring your own skinBeautiful and dumb ¡º avarice and then someWhat can I do ? What can I do ? What can I do ? 'cause you stepped inside my soul ?
What are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin'What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?
What are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin'What are you fakin' for beautie's sake ?
What are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin' for beautie's sakeWhat are you takin'What are you takin' for beautie's sake ?
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Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.
Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Treading the waves,
Come in from harm.
How could you regret your other words...
Hoping for thrills? free as a bird...
Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.
There's a knock at the door,
I get up? let you in.
Travelled and stained,
Soaked to the skin.
Welcome my darling, you got here at last...
Come and sit by the fire? forget what's past.
So sad, so sad,
So sad, so sad.
Strum me hard, strum me fast,
Fears sure built into every wall.
Looking hard through the glass,
Fears sure built in with every waltz.
Looking out at the rain
Looking in through the storm.
Looking back, looking forward,
Flying up, flying down?
What have you found?
So sad, so sad
What have you found?
So sad, so sad
What have you found?
So sad, so sad
What have you found?
So sad, so sad
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Where did it go to my youth,
Where did it fade away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth we didn't want to know?
What is it? do you know?
What is it? can I bear it?
Who did it? do I care?
Who is it? when did it happen and where?
Why did you let me know,
How could you think I'd stand it?
You knew I'd pay you back,
I did it, and it happened? do you care?
Where did it go to, my youth?
Where did it fade away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth we didn't want to know?
Who is he? do you know?
This man of power but a fool.
They said he was so high and pure,
They also said that he was cruel.
They killed him, did you see?
They knew he couldn't take it.
They wanted lies? he said the truth.
They did it? and it happened? who cares?
Where did it go to, my youth?
Where did it slip away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth they didn't want to know?
Why did you let me know,
How could you think I'd stand it?
You knew I'd pay you back.
I did it, and it happened? do you care?
What is it? do you know?
Who did it? can I bear it?
Who did it? do I care?
Who is it? when did it happen and where?
What is it? do you know?
Who did it? can I bear it?
Who did it? do I care?
Who is it? when did it happen and where?
Where did it go to, my youth?
Where did it slip away to?
Who was it told the truth, the bitter truth,
The truth I didn't want to know?
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You've seen him
In the undirected light of street dreams
Doing nothing?
Standing, like to seem casual
With a resemblance to people held by fear.
Lit by fire and disrepair.
The blue millionaire.
Don't listen and keep asking?
Only stories reach this far.
No one's left and no one's coming
And I will disappear
Far away from you,
The american wind,
And the blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
There is no such thing as the wrong man
Blue as the dusk that ended my day
And shut off the light and air.
I wish I could tell you
How he put them in cages,
Found you where you slept.
Got me down with something else than bruises
Tied me to a blue chair
Lit by fire and disrepair
The blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles,
Drowning in shadow,
Shadows moving in.
Forever imagine
Imagine it's him
Nearby the window
With dreams broken in.
I don't laugh anymore? or smile,
I am lost in the body,
The passion of time.
He is screening my dreams
And everything that's mine.
Don't stay in this mirror
Other hands have left me in.
You don't blow away as I do.
It will be the same again.
Turn and point away from here.
Steal what you cannot win
From the blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue millionaire.
Blue...
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Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.
Don't look at me like that, I never said a word.
Don't ask me where I've been, I'll pretend I never heard.
Don't put it in the paper? please, don't!
I never said I will, I never said I won't.
Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.
It's looking bad I know, I'm an outlaw
Don't pity me, I never felt like this before.
Please tell me you believe me, please say
I'll get along without you? anyway.
Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase
Then forget about falling from grace.
Feeling hunted, I'm lying low.
Don't tell me who it is, I never said so.
Put yourself in my place, please try.
I never told the truth? I never told a lie.
Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.
Falling from grace, falling from grace,
Lord, you have a pretty face.
Take it away and pack it in a suitcase,
Then forget about falling from grace.
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace
Falling from grace
Falling from grace, falling from grace...
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Move along staying close to the wall
Looking over your shoulder just in time.
Avoid the light, close your eyes
And put your hand in mine.
And put your hand in mine.
Are we in danger, or is it that
You think we might be?
But I think I'd like to get out of here,
This place it frightens me,
This place it frightens me.
Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
Stop pretending
This is a child's adventure,
The only way I can take it
Is playing the game.
Be quiet, there's a gate ahead.
Do you think we can make it?
Will it be different, or just the same?
How long can we keep escaping,
How long can we keep escaping,
How long can we keep escaping
Into another prison?
Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
Move along staying close to the wall,
Looking over your shoulder just in time.
Avoid the light, close your eyes
And put your hand in mine
And put your hand in mine.
Running for our lives,
At least we're pretending we are.
Running for our lives,
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get very far.
We never get...
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What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound?
From Oslo there came a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam?
From Amsterdam he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land?
From Brussels he sent her those laces so rare
To have and to wear,
Allamp; those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, city of light?
In Paris he got her a silken gown,
'Twas ended in town that silken gown
From Paris city of light.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South from Bucharest?
From Bucharest he sent her a shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South from Bucharest.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land?
From Russia there came just a widow's veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.
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Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
But I won't be blue always
The sun will shine
In my back door some day.
Trouble in mind, that's true,
I have almost lost my mind.
Life ain't worth living,
Sometimes I feel like dying.
I'm gonna lay my head
On some lonesome railroad line,
Let the 2:19 train
Ease my trouble in mind.
Trouble, oh trouble
Trouble's on your worried mind.
When you see me laughing, baby,
I'm laughing just to keep from crying.
I'm going down to the river
I'm gonna take my old rocking chair
And if those blues overtake me,
I'm gonna rock on away from there.
Trouble in mind, I'm blue,
My poor heart is beating slow.
Never had no trouble
In my life before.
Never had no trouble
In my life before.
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I walk along the street of sorrow
The boulevard of broken dreams
Where gigolo and gigolette
Can take a kiss without regret
So they forget their broken dreams.
You laugh tonight and cry tomorrow
When you behold your shattered schemes.
And gigolo and gigolette
Wake up to find their eyes are wet
With tears that tell of broken dreams.
Here is where you'll always find me,
Always walking up and down,
But I left my soul behind me
In an old cathedral town.
The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da,
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
The joy that you find here, you borrow,
You cannot keep it long it seems.
But gigolo and gigolette
Still sing a song and dance along
The boulevard of broken dreams
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Yesterdays, yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days.
Olden days, golden days,
Days of mad romance and love.
Then gay youth was mine
Truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life
Then truth was mine
Sad am i, glad am i,
For today I'm dreaming of
Yesterdays.
Yesterdays, yesterdays,
Days I knew as happy sweet sequestered days.
Golden days, olden days,
Days of mad romance and love.
Then gay youth was mine
Truth was mine
Joyous free and flaming life
Then truth was mine
Sad am i, glad am i,
For today I'm dreaming of
Yesterdays
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Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown.
And he's the rain that they predicted,
It's the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
An' I believe that brandy's mine.
And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.
The word is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For I never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when it's down.
And I never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.
And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.
And you know that it's beginning,
And you know that it's the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.
And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.
[Dr. John:]
You ready? 2, 3, 4, 1
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Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you
Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad,
I know, let them not weep,
Let them know that I'm glad to go
Death is no dream,
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming
I was only dreaming
I wake and I find you
Asleep in the deep of
My heart
Dear
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday
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Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Who is that person in the mirror? it's not me.
Whatever happened to the one that I used to be?
Is she just another fading memory?
Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Hello stranger, hello stranger.
Every night you're always in my bed.
Every day you stay inside my head.
Oh, how I wish that I was there instead
Of some sad stranger,
Some sad stranger,
Hello stranger
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It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Smiling faces I can see
But not for me,
I sit and watch as tears go by.
My riches can't buy everything,
I want to hear the children sing.
All I hear is the sound
Of rain falling on the ground,
I sit and watch as tears go by.
It is the evening of the day,
I sit and watch the children play.
Doing things I used to do
They think are new,
I sit and watch as tears go by.
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ...
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Someone who isn't like you and to waste it all.
Someone to be around,
Someone to have me hold when the deal goes down.
Didn't I say it would happen this way in the end?
Didn't I say it would happen this way in the end?
A perfect stranger is what it seems,
A perfect stranger, a crazy dream,
A crazy dream.
Find myself a perfect stranger to do for now,
Someone who isn't like you but knows why and how.
Someone to walk away,
Someone who knows the time to leave or to stay.
Isn't it sad, baby, we never have it that way?
Isn't it sad, baby, we never have it that way?
A perfect stranger is what he seems,
A perfect stranger, a crazy dream,
A crazy dream.
Find myself a perfect stranger to take me there
Someone who isn't like you but know why and where
Soemone who's not afraid
Someone who's blind to all the promises made.
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it this way Perfect stranger
How does it feel, baby, we shouldn't leave it...
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I'm tired, so tired I can hardly stand,
I can't breathe in the air in this city tonight.
It's taken everything I had to give
And now I just want to get out of here.
But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy.
But for forty-five dollars I can make it,
You wait and see.
He came from Miami to start out again.
To leave him was easy, I did it all the time.
He said that he loved me and he wanted a child,
If he opened his mouth, he was telling you lies.
But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy.
But for thirty-five dollars I can make it,
You wait and see.
I was an actress, a girl in the Chorus
On Broadway I danced for a Kennedy.
They know me in London and they know me in Paris,
I'm only talkin' 'cause you looked like you needed a friend.
But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy.
But for twenty-five dollars I'm half-way
To Miami
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Another waste of time
Another sort of step along the way
A waste of time
A waste but an interest in delay
Was it all of a waste
Or was it fun
People fly far away
A waste of time
Almost not too clear a lesson not to play
Exercice perhaps in sensual decay
Hard to love and to see how the land lay
How to love, what to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing, nothing left to say
A waste of time
At least some company along the way
Great visions
Perhaps too fast too bright but anyway
And I'll be what you be
You wanna say
You think you wanna say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing, nothing left to say
How to love and to see how the land lay
How to laugh, what to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing left to say
Gliding across thin ice
With nothing, nothing left to say
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Don't they know we're so afraid,
Isolation.
We're afraid to be alone
Everbody's got to have a home
Isolation.
Just a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world,
Isolation.
The world is just a little town
Everybody trying to put us down,
Isolation.
I don't expect you to understand
After you caused so much pain
But then again you're not to blame
You're just a human, a victim of the insane.
We're afraid of everyone
Afraid of the sun,
Isolation.
The sun will never disappear
But the world may not have many years,
Isolation
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So searching down and out looking for a place to stay
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
Strange-looking exile with a passion for the dangerous,
An eye for the wicked, a tongue for the nasty.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
What is the reason that things change?
What is the reason they can never stay the same?
What can I do, what can I do?
Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.
What is the reason that things change?
What is the reason they can never stay the same?
What can I do, what can I do?
Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.
Feel it, release it, things change.
So searching, down and out looking for a place to stay,
A place of no commitment, a place with no involvement.
I got one eye on insanity, the other on the wheel,
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away.
One's turning, one's burning, blazing away
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Oh, I will free the bird in me
Oh, when I find my life.
What I always knew could be
Oh, when I find my life.
I will see the truth in me
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.
I will let go the pain
Oh, when I find my life.
I will reach beyond the strain
Oh, when I find my life.
Fear of lost and fear of pain
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.
I remember all the games of shame
And all the lies you told me.
I have worked so hard to learn
And flunked so far in my attempts to let it go by, dear.
And it's so easy
I just opened my eyes.
And it's so hard
To let go.
Oh, I will free the bird in me
Oh, when I find my life.
I will we what I wanna be
Oh, when I find my life.
I am here and I am free.
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life.
Oh, when I find my life
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In a tired part of the city
Hiding from the fast talk
Watch 'don't walk' to 'walk'
Easy when you're dreaming
Staring at the movies
Standing in a circle,
Laughing at the wrong time.
If alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.
In a car taking a back seat
Staring out the window
Thinking about danger.
Playing in a wrong world
Fighting? but I'm not free.
Talking on the telephone
Talking about you and me.
If jesus christ could take me here
I'd fall dawn on my knees,
Have no questions to his answers.
Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.
Alcohol could take me there.
I'd take a shot a minute
And be there by the hour.
Take a walk around times square
With a pistol in my suitcase
And my eyes on the tv.
And if I die gaining my senses
Wake up in a hotel
Staring at the ceiling
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What is it children that falls from the sky?
Tayi, taya, tayi, aye ya.
Mannah from Heaven from most high,
Food from the Father, tayi, taye ya.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the grief.
Peace to your brother, give and take heed,
Tayi, taya, it left two feet.
One foot extended, snake to the ground,
Wave of the Earth, one turn around.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again,shake out the grief, babe.
Stretch out your arms now dip and sway,
Fruit of thy bird, tayi, taya.
Threw off your shoe, haul off the sow,
Dust off the words that shape from the tale.
We shall live again, we shall live again,
We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance.
Here we are, Father, here, Holy Ghost,
Bread of your bread, host of your host.
We are the tears that fall from your eyes,
Word of your word, cry of your cry.
We shall live again, we shall live again.
We shall live again, we shall live.
What is it, Father, in your eye,
What is this grave sign, eyes to cry.
Blood of my baby, well, just what I need.
What is it, hide me, way off to speed.
Who is it, Father, holy that night?
What is it, Father, that moves to the right?
What is it, Father, isn't it pain?
What is it, Father, that shapes from your main?
What is it, Father, supposed to be brave?
A lot of questions, the right to live
What is it, baby, I can't do.
Your mama loves you, I'm dying, too.
I won't forget you, never lie
I'll always love you till I die...
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It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
And to seek life under stones
In a place water flows.
It is best to find in sleep
The missing pieces that you lost
Best that you refuse to weep
Ash to ash, dust to dust.
It is strange to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
Strange to shelter under stones
In a place water flows.
It is safe to walk with me
Where you can read the sky and stars,
Safe to walk upon the sea
In my sleep we can go far.
It is safe to sleep alone
In a place no one knows
And to shelter under stones
In a place water flows.
It is strange to sleep alone
In a place no one goes,
Strange to seek life under stones.
In my sleep no one knows
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It's getting dark outside
Daytime is done.
The lights along the river come up
One by one.
Let's make love again
We got time.
I am yours
You are mine.
It's getting dark outside
I have to go.
Don't want my husband
Or my friends to know.
Zip up my dress...
I can't find my shoes.
Don't fall in love with me
Too much to lose.
The kids are home by now
Have to think fast.
I really think this afternoon
Must be the last.
Don't say anything,
Don't turn on the light.
Thanks for loving me,
Call you tonight
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Things are never what they seem
Play a part most of the time.
What is yours cannot be mine
And I'm bored by dreams.
Bored by dreams.
I can't say the words I mean
Make myself go through the line.
Does the payment fit the crime
If I'm bored by dreams?
Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again?
I was older then,
Now we are the same.
Lasse des rives.
Rive quI brille dans le noir
Brillera bien, tu peux le croire.
Toujours dire la verite
Quand je suis lasse des rives.
Take me through the steps, my love,
Shall we dance again?
Things were always brighter then,
Hear me call your name.
After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.
After a certain age
Every artist
Works with injury.
Take me through the steps my love,
Shall we dance again?
I was always older then,
Now we are the same
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She lives alone with no one
Who can see she's unhappy.
She knows what she lost,
Still she is waiting for more.
She could be living in hell
And not know someone loves her.
What can she do,
What is she waiting for?
The day turns to night
He just can't find the right words to tell her
Twisting and turning and looking for
Something to say.
If you would let me hold you
I wouldn't walk away
That's what he wants,
That's what he wants to say.
What can she lose,
What is she waiting for?
He knows when she cries
And he saw through the lies that she told him.
She's dreaming and planning
Of how she could ask him to stay.
If you would let me love you,
I wouldn't be the same.
Please can we try,
Please can we try again?
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