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we go down beneath the streets; they come round for fun
and if you go and find me there your troubles will have begun
(and)any day you feel the pain and lose out to the sun,
you'll find a place and find me there and then i'll find my gXn
get back
get back
get back get back
i don't need no-one
this is my home
leave me
god damn
...i don't know what i've done
and any time it's on the line we'de come to find it's an accident
and you and me could never be; destiny on my front porch
i knew a man; i saw him once
he came to have some fun
and now he lies beneath the pines,
and i ain't got no-one
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11
02:25
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when she comes it's all in time
and we know it's just a phase
and the people who seem, with their hopes and their dreams, to know the way but cannot say i wish them all away
it is time
(and) it is time
pick a morning; take a name
things are warming; glad i came
lots of people, all the same;
couldn't help but to feel that
the action's tempting; get that
i'm all over where it's at
no-one ev-er felt this way;
i've lost my meaning
what did i say?
it is time to go there
it's not a crime that i'm aware
couldn't find;couldn't care
we're out of time
so let's just
share
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...and i saw you
02:57
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(and i saw you in the night
...made it right
alright
(and) your smile was out of sight
set aflight by your light
and i know that if i go that you'll know and not show
and a love that's oh-so-true would not do that to you
in my heart i dream of love, from above
turtledove
all these things inside my head would not lead me there
and i know that it might seem that our dreams might fall
you and i, yeah we could be better than them all
and i know that when i say
you would say
to me
too
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Hangin'
02:06
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hanging from a tree, you and i
we could be so much better.
or falling from a star, there we are
we could be just one day.
speaking by-the-way you would say that it's now or never.
would you ever know all the thing that i show aren't the way?
and if i told you those things you'de say not today.
(and) the clock strikes one and you know we're having fun and it's alright
(an) the clock strikes two and there's nothing you can do turn out the light
(n)the clock strikes three and we're back up in the tree; say goodnight
hanging from a tree, you and i
we could be so much better.
or falling from a star, there we are
we could be just one day.
hangin' from a tree; you and i, there we'd be
sittin' on a branch and .. ya know. .
then you'de see the way that i truly love her
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Petunia
01:56
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(an in i say "oh dear, i love you"
9would it all be in vein?
the skies are blue above you; do you still feel the same?
and if i felt like calling, but can't recall your name
..i'de just sit back and you'de be there just the same
petunia, an angel of morning
~she came right from the source
some may think we're sinners, others think we're whores
(n if we'd go to jersey and hang out on the shore
i'de just sit back and you'de be there just the same
i saw heaven in your face
(nd i felt nirvana in your lips
i lived a million moments -and none of them will do
i see you there and you're cryin', what can i do?
what can i do
what can i do?
what can i do?
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La Mancha
03:36
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if ever you go to la mancha, they'll show you some terrible things
the mouth, it was old, with horrible-eye, but oh what a paycheck it brings
out there in la mancha it's as bad as it gets
out there in la mancha, although we havent just yet
when i was a boy, they showed me such things
they;de say with a smile; i'm amazed how it brings me back to this place i know oh-so-well;
confined in this space, halfway to hell
i'de get you alone and take you away and words wouldn't know and lips could not say,
you'de see such a place and say with a smile and give it away, but still all the while
we're here in this place, afraid and alone
where time cannot mend and lips cannot show
and still we move on
and still i still sing
and though it's so wrong, it's that which must bring to la mancha
it's as bad as it gets
out there in la mancha; fuse with a lit cigarette
out there in la mancha it's as bad as it gets
there in la mancha (nd) you will never forget
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7. |
(Introduction)
02:29
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the prince goes to the silver banquet; his mom sits in the rain
the girl that broke my heart starts to complain
the same thing when you stayed and drank it, on which you rely
it's time to start; say goodbye
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Dusty
02:35
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blue it may seem untrue
you broke my mind in two living that way that you do
and i know it may seem so
the seasons come and go and we'll all know in the end
my friend
(nd) sometimes it seems that our lives are on the run
and we find what we need...
blue i'de sing to you
and choose to go with you
all the way through
'cause i love you
oh yeah
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Yao
02:21
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a garden in the shade never grows
a question never asked never knows
a dream that's never chased, never will come true
but that's not news to you
(nd) i don't know how this story goes
(d) i have found sometimes that it shows
(n) if you think there is nothing you can do, bring that dream to you
if you can dream it, then you know it can come true
you've just got to bring it to you
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Stormy Weather
03:12
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the sun: it comes and goes and makes us one,
but i've got other ways to get my fun
(and) when the space you're in stops being fun let it run and run and run
(but) stormy weather will come somedays
remain together; in the end it pays
the letters go stacked up by the kitchen door,
remember a time when we wanted more?
the dreamers dream and still the cynics cry; i haven't time to wonder why
keep it together
your mind betrays
in stormy weather we've got it made
waiting for a day when skies will be blue again
the darker it seems the righter it always seems in the end
we know it's rather frightening that we're sitting here writing this song in this place here for you
it's the least we can do 'cause we're sticking it through
with you
and you
you too
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birds are like us on the weekend with no refrigerator
with their honeys, when it's sunny, might sound funny; simple but it's true
birds don't trust us, we're too busy; it's always see you later
(yeah) birds aren't like us 'cause they've nothing that they have to do
birds spend all their time singin' songs and spittin' rhymes to the trees
(and) we're so afraid to let go when we play; then there's bees
they don't know what it's like to find a job and get a wife
they could never see livin' low and fancy free
and though they'de never show they wouldn't have it any other way
birds are like us on the weekend with no refrigerator
birds are like us, no they hardly never hesitate
birds are like us...
birds are like us on the weekend with no refrigerater
birds are like us, no they hardly never hesitate
birds are like us; can you see it, believe it?
birds are like us you've got to just tree it
and though you'de never know it in the birdsong on a day lie the secrets how to show it and mean it when we say
and though they'de never show, they wouldn't have it any other way
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12. |
Why Would You Be Sad
04:05
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sometimes i (get the feeling that, that they're feelin' that)
though i try: (look for something more; they think i'm gonna rob the store)
i depend (on somethin' better but the stormy weather's got the...
means to end [the way we're doin' it, if you only knew that...])
the world's a crazy place and they're all up in my face
make time for stars (up) above
the moon we hold so dear has never been so near; so why would you be sad?
(interlude)
the world's a crazy place and they're all up in my face
make time for stars (up) above
the moon we hold so dear has never been so near; so why would you be sad?
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