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The Magazine (1984) |
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There
are wounds that stir up the force of gravity; |
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a
cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes. |
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Young
girl standing underneath the “L” train |
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Standing
there, watching the trains go by... |
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You
think that nobody knows where you are, girl |
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You
think that nobody knows how this feels |
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Alone,
in a world of your own, there you are girl |
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The
small things float to the top of Gravity Gravity |
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I’m
telling you where it is: |
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Gravity |
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We
walk in easy snakes |
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through
the toulette rattling of the ethyl |
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and
now the arson smell of moon |
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polishes
a newsstand |
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They
empty the gas can |
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They
watch the fire... |
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If
there are three girls running, |
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there
are three girls running nowhere |
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from
remedies |
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That
you call random |
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we
call by name |
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and
ask them to explain why... |
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Oh
no, I heard somebody— |
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hush
up |
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Don’t
say nothing |
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I
thought I heard someone— |
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Well,
we walk when we want to go |
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Nobody’s
gonna be there seen somebody, somebody |
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Be
Quiet |
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nobody’s
there... |
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Nobody |
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I
could not say no to the light of my desire. |
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I’m
not asking so much |
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but
you roll-call the passion: |
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I-lis
lips? |
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No. |
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His
back? |
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No. |
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His
face? |
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No,
no, no, |
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I’m
not asking so much! |
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I
try to imagine another planet, another sun |
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Where
I don’t look like me |
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and
everything I do matters |
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Where
you are, girl |
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In
your green paint |
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with
a pin to pull |
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at
the fingertips of Gravity |
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Gravity |
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I’m
telling you where it is: |
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Gravity. |
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JUKE
BOX FURY |
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PoIIy
and I went to the circus |
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PolIy
got hit with a rolling pin |
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We
got even with the circus |
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We
bought tickets |
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but
we didn’t go in... |
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You
won’t like it here |
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when
I first take you, |
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He’s
in the back doing his Father O’Riley |
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for
the cops. |
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But
you’ll like Woody |
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(He’s
hiding in the shed) |
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And
we’re going with him— |
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I
told my brother... |
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When
the Police come |
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Don’t
say nothing |
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Don’t
say nothing |
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and
the Police will go— |
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Cuz
they don’t like it |
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when
you beat them to the punch, |
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They
don’t like it |
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when
you come in on a hunch. |
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And
I’ve seen more dreams |
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riding
on his eyes, |
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than
a sure thing like |
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The
Starry Skies, |
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And
you’ll like it when you find out what he’s got |
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In
the backyard, |
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By
the parking lot. |
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Hey
Baby, you’re my favorite boy, |
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I
think about you all the time. |
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And
this garbage that you still employ, |
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Do
they really pay for every line? |
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For
the joke Box Fury |
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Pounding
in your soul, |
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Juke
Box Fury tells them where to go, |
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Juke
Box Fury pounding in your head, |
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juke
Box Fury every word we said when |
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We
were younger |
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and
they hurt us so, |
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But
you never know... |
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You
got a Juke Box. |
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You
can make it even. |
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Look,
I don’t like it here. |
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This
is trouble. |
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That
guy keeps gettin’ up. |
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That
girl keeps goin’ over to the phone |
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I’m
going to talk to them— |
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(You
just watch me) |
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I’m
going to tell them; |
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“I
think you two look |
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like
you’re ready to go..:’ |
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Put
your foot right here. |
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D’you
get it down all right, dear? |
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Well,
put your foot right here... |
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Here,
baby, |
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You’re
the one for me. |
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This
must be Paradise. |
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She’s
never where you think she’ll be, |
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But
don’t worry about it— |
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Cuz
the
Juke Box Fury’s |
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Pounding
in your soul |
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juke
Box Fury knows where to go |
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juke
Box Fury pounding in your head |
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Juke
Box Fury every word we said |
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When
we were younger |
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And
they hurt us so |
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But
you never know... |
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You
don’t know what you’ve got, |
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You
can make it even! |
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You
got a juke Box! |
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You
can make it even... |
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Like
this: |
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doodootin
— doodootin — Doo. |
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Hey
Danny! Wait for me! |
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Hey! |
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Danny? |
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IT
MUST BE LOVE |
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It
must be love that whispers in my ear |
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It
must be love that we keep trying to hear |
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Cuz
I imagined this kind of wonderful choice |
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I
imagine you hear the very same voice |
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When
I speak to you |
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You
say “That’s just my imagination |
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oh
no, no, no |
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It
Must Be Love |
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It
Must Be Love |
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Perhaps
one girl who was moving in a fine line finds one boy in back |
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that
she can always stand behind and it’s you and me |
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cuz
that’s where we want to be Oh, It Must Be Love, It Must Be Love |
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People
look through everything they see |
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cuz
there’s so many other things to be |
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I
have seen you walking in the rain |
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I
wanted to know why you were crying |
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I
wanna fix what’s wrong... |
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It
must be love the sailor sails for |
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Must
be love that drives a bottle to the bottom of the ocean floor |
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Because
I imagine all kinds of wonderful water |
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I
would have you there wherever I’ll go |
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Way
from the seventh sea, |
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he
brings the bottle back to me |
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Oh,
It Must Be Love |
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Oh,
It Must Be Love |
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People
look through everything they see |
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There’s
so many other things to be |
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I
have seen you walking in the rain |
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I
want to know why you were crying |
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Baby,
let me fix what’s wrong... |
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It
must be love that fathoms the moonlight Must be love that shallows the
deepest part of the nigl So you can show them with your eye |
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the
things that make them cry, Because that Must Be Love It Must Be Love... |
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and
the way you are Must Be Love and the things you Feel Must Be Love, Oh, It
Must Be Love Must Be Love |
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MAGAZINE |
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Homeboys
calling from the comers station to station for the magazine but her pages
are turning out the lights in the windows and all that you’re reading is
the braille night |
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I
can’t come out |
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and
play Paddy with the Precinct boys no more but you and me baby |
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we’ll
be lovers again but she’s walking to the A walking to the B walking to
the C now, Where are you going? I’m just going with him... |
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He
could be anywhere |
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I
don’t know where he is |
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I
know he’s coming |
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I
know he’s coming to me |
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It
could be anyday |
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I
will know right away |
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I’ll
know he’s Coming |
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I’ll
know he’s Coming to me |
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I’ll
know he’s Coming |
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I’ll
know he’s Coming to me now... |
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I
don’t think you know |
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what
you’te doing |
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I
don’t think you know |
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that
she’ll make him cry |
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make
my baby cry |
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Cut
you’ll break my heart, |
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Carol,
Carol, Carol |
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There’s
a flagboy calling danger |
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watch
you’re back iow Hey you, Flagboy, |
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let
‘em come, let ‘em come |
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Cuz
I can see them there |
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I
can see them coming I can see it all now |
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Hey
you, Flagboy |
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Let
‘em come |
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They
don’t know where I am |
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I
could be anywhere |
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I
know they’re coming |
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I
know they’re coming to me |
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It
could be anyday |
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I
will know right away |
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I
know they’re coming... |
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I
know they’re coming to me |
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I
know they’re coming, |
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Everything’s
Coming |
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Everything’s
Coming to me |
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Everything’s
Coming |
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Alive |
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THE
REAL END |
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Once
I had a sweet love |
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always
followed me around |
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the
way I treated my little lamb was like |
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the
Marquis D. Sade and Her new clown |
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I
guess I hurt him |
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I
guess I hung up |
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I
guess I should have called him back |
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I
guess I didn’t care |
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Maybe
I left him there |
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Maybe
a woman just acts like that |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Hey
baby, baby |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Don’t
you want me? |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Now
Baby, baby |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Is
this The Real End? |
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Well,
I had some dough, |
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I
had a big car, |
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I
turned ansund and all the money was spent |
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I
dont know wherever it goes but |
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That’s
probably where my baby went |
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So
you got a New boy |
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He’s
so fine |
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He
wants to be with you |
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all
the time |
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Don’t
tell him he’s the only one |
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or
your New boy becomes a I lard to find |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Hey
baby, baby |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Don’t
you want me? |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Now
Baby, baby |
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What’s
a matter? |
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Is
this The Real End? |
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DEEP
SPACE |
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(AN
EQUESTRIENNE IN THE CIRCUS |
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ON
THE FALLING STAR) |
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These
stars |
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no
one else can see |
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Trapeze
the height of thee |
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vanish
as they call |
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These
blues |
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no
one else can hear |
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no
one else can sing |
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this
one for you |
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Can
they, dear? |
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Things
that you do are always with me |
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when
you’re laughing |
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you’re
always here |
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What’s
the use in crying? |
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It
won’t matter when we’re old. |
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This
tear |
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will
finally fall |
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Keep
your eyes here |
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when
there’s no net at all |
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Where
the Lord’s face |
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is
an all-night cafe |
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There’s
a woman who will wait on |
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what
you have to say |
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And
your dreams are like marbles |
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in
the pocket of a little boy |
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and
they whisper when you hold them |
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like
a beautiful girl |
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Beautiful
girl. |
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RUNAROUND |
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My
baby’s always crying, |
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My
baby wants to see me cry, too. |
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Chain
on my heart is going to break, |
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Cue
every tear that falls in here |
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Is
a dime for the juke Box Fury |
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So
punch it in |
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Shake
the chain |
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And
listen to the song you’re playing |
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Shake
the chain, Shake the chain |
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At
everything I do |
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just
enough |
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Everything
I wanted to |
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just
enough |
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Everything
I put you through lust enough to know |
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He
don’t want me |
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Oh,
I think he’s polorized |
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He
don’t know which way to go |
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Where
would you he otherwise? |
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Otherwise?
Well, you know we could |
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Runaround |
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Because
I can get this anyway |
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Runaround |
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I
can get this anyway |
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Runaround |
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I
can get it anyway |
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Light
goes down |
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Somebody
could break your heart |
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Light
goes on |
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You
could break somebody’s heart |
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Chain
on my heart is going to break |
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Every
time you try to make me cry |
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listen
to it now |
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Punch
it in |
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Shake
the chain |
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I
can’t take the tears |
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I
can’t take the tears |
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Shake
the chain, shake the chain |
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At
everything I do |
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lust
enough |
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And
everything I wantetl to |
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just
enough |
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And
everything I put you through lust enough to knosv |
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lie
ii out want me |
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Oh,
you better wise up girl You better get smart |
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You
better hide your heart |
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He's
a Runaround |
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And
I could get this anyway |
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Runaround |
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I
can get this anyway |
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Runaround |
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I
can get this anyway |
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Take
a deep breath |
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And
break the chain |
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De
Memphis a Nashville |
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Y’a
une route dui sent bon … l'Blues |
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Y’a
pàs trop d'gondoles |
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Y’a
que des marrants d’eau douce, douce |
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Des
milliers d’santiags |
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En
vente dans l‘restauroute |
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Et
des ch’mises a carreaux |
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Qu’ont
jamais l’moindre doute |
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De
Memphis a Nashville |
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Y’a
une vieille cad qui titube |
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Et
dedans y’a
l‘chanteur |
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Qui
sait plus les faire les tubes |
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Qu’il
ouvre un oeil |
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S’il
veut pas abimer |
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les
milliers d'santiags |
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Et
les ch’mises a carreaux |
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Entre
Memphis et Nashvïlle |
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Elle
se sort du restauroute |
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L'soleil
lui ferme les yeux |
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Elle
en a plus rien a foutre |
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Elle
voit pas l‘chanteur |
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A
l’envers dans l’fosse |
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La
cad et l’chaffeur |
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En
sont tout retournes |
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Oh
tel que j'les connais |
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Y
vont bien s’rencountrer |
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A.THE
UNSIGNED PAINTING |
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there
must be a golden frame coming to me |
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cuz
where are you? |
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where
are you? |
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where
are you? |
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the
very day when you first heard your heart beat |
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listens
foe you still |
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So
I think |
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it’s
not so much the painting as what you give yourself |
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by
what you leave |
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your
signature... |
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On
Sundays the ladies |
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took
off their wiry, old hats and |
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made
donuts in the back of |
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the
church. I can |
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smell
them cooking in middle of mass |
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cakes
are prices at carnivals |
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Holding
hands—that’s a gift |
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of
our landscapes |
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for
the heart is always |
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that
one summer night |
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you
stretch it from lace to face |
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like
chewing gum. You can rig it up and hear each other thru a tin can |
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Now
it bakes and hardens like an old dream under the fo)nt porch |
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Where
the air is talcum |
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mamma’s
eves are blue |
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and
Father took the weird beast |
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we’re
walking next to you |
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That
is the picture that I see |
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B.
THE WEIRD BEAST |
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I
brought the Weird Beast here F |
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rom
Van Nuys Blvd. |
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So
I would not be without a man |
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When
the Tartans reign |
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Flooded
the |
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empty
streets of |
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Paris... |
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and
on one of these |
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passing
boats I thought |
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I
saw the Weird Beast |
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speaking
in the |
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Russian
tongue |
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Will
he kill the Czar? |
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Will
he kill the Czar? |
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Draw
the Weird Beast |
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everywhere
you go. |
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Death
speaks the ldreign |
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language
we don’t know. |
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Make
sure they hear him |
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breathing |
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Someday
you’ll meet |
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a
stranger |
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locations
everywhere |
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you
go |
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All
of the science |
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You've
kept in bottles |
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Because |
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Someday
this dream is |
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going
to end |
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I
have this Feeling... |
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A
Weird Beast |
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is
going to come our way |
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Lyrics R.L. Jones except where indicated © 1984 Easy Money Music except 9 (with Francis Dreyfus Music) / Reproduction for commercial use strictly prohibited |
Testi R.L. Jones tranne diversa specificazione © 1984 Easy Money Music tranne 9 (con Francis Dreyfus Music) / Riproduzione per usi commerciali vietata |
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