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| 4:44 | 
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some things get started
some things get finished then fade away, but some of us made our own rules from the start a year in the wilderness we sat it out now we're home again and playin'.... into the den with the lions too many good friends i lost they say it's a price you pay so don't try to force my hand i can't give any more. we'll cut every corner to cross every border hello again! play... into the den with the lions it's so good to be home back into the den with the lions. deep in my darkest of hours i find myself all alone i hear a voice and i look to the sky there was an eagle an eagle that's flying into the sun, (and he whispered) play... into the den with the lions it's so good to be home i'm falling -back into the den with the lions feels so good to be home... |
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| 2. |
| 5:01 |
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boys and girls will see in time
that they were wrong to go fires don't burn at home, like they used to burn, those nights grew so long the scattering (all the children say) will come again (it's taken them away) no seeds to fall (all the children say) no sons to blame as one by one they left home tired old men spin tales of when a man could work and hold his head up high ghosts roam this town with pockets full of rye they'd all fall down but soon their jars all ran dry the scattering (all the children say) will come again (it's taken them away) no seeds to fall (all the children say) no sons to blame as one by one they left home the scattering (all the children say) has come again (it's taken them away) no seeds to fall (all the children say) like better days the scattering (all the children say) has come again (it's taken them away) but if skies could fall (all the children say) with harvest rain then one by one... they'll come home |
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| 3. |
| 4:00 |
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one more to tie to the whipping post
papers that peddle the holy ghost once more the victim of circumstance pays if paper plates serve the final feast sharpen your knives for a front page piece sitting safe in the front row seats you make a big noise big fire big noise you and the big boys are playin' with fire big noise you'd take me down to a peeping show frame me in photos in old soho now who's gonna give me a second chance? you make a big noise big fire big noise you and the big boys are playin' with fire big noise try to give me one thing straight from the heart straight from the heart... so make a big noise big fire big noise you and the big boys are playin' with fire big noise... and when the smoke clears there's no fire big noise (straight from the heart?) |
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| 4. |
| 5:10 |
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if you should walk away take this broken heart and if you walk away you'll never know what's left behind go on and get away don't you leave a trace and as you walk away you can take most every... everything but my pride everything but the rings on my finger everything but my pride i like the room this way i like this bed unmade we never laughed enough but you laugh alone today so don't you ever say you feel that you've had all you can take you've already taken... everything but my pride everything but the rings on my finger everything but my pride everything but the rings on my finger i never thought it'd come to this (keep walkin') never known a night like this (keep walkin') never thought you'd walk away (keep walkin') but you did when we'd almost made it everything (but my pride) everything (but the rings on my finger) everything but my pride you can take everything but you'll leave me leave me with my pride everything, everything but my pride everything but the rings on my finger |
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| 5. |
| 3:43 |
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don't talk about commitment
don't talk about it here don't talk about the russians don't mention your fears don't talk about the black man don't talk about the rope it only causes problems we got plenty of those, i said don't talk about it, don't talk... sing a song of sixpence a packet full of lies don't dare to love your children just let the baby cry but when the pie was opened they'd forgotten how to sing there was larry, moe and curly joe and martin luther king.... (don't talk about it) like handcuffs for houdini this whole thing is a con you know what's gonna happen but you don't know how it's done somebody he once told me that the key was in his mouth like handcuffs and houdini it looks so simple but you just can't work it out don't talk about it, don't talk... |
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| 6. |
| 4:17 | 
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| 7. |
| 3:36 |
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i could be your new tomorrow i could be your shining star and if you should dare to follow woe betide your beating heart i said -you make it happen -you make it right -you do things to me right through the night call me (when you can't take the hunger i'm on the tip of your tongue (desire will pull you under) i'm on the tip of your tongue take me slowly, take me quickly take me to your eastern sky through the mirrors on your ceiling you lay bare your dark desire i said -you make it happen -you make it last -you give things to me right on through the night call me (when you can't take the hunger i'm on the tip of your tongue (desire will pull you under) i'm on the tip of your tongue (we'll sow the seeds 'til slumber) i'm on the tip of your tongue all that you want all that you give all you say all that you feel call me (when you can't take the hunger i'm on the tip of your tongue (desire will pull you under) i'm on the tip of your tongue (when every juice is flowing) i'm on the tip of your tongue (we'll sow the seeds 'til slumber) i'm on the tip of your tongue |
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| 5:04 |
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reach for the sky babe
make it to heaven before your dreams grow old reach for the sky babe it's over your shoulder reach for your dawn's own light i don't believe in miracles but i do believe in fate and i do believe it's calling your name don't depend on lucky breaks if luck is on your side it's just the joker playing in your game you can see the chances coming but you look the other way at the risk of sounding helpless girl that's where we went wrong... reach for the sky babe make it to heaven before your dreams grow old no one's so blind girl it's over your shoulder reach for your dawn's own light don't tell me you're not satisfied don't tell me you can't wait to find a reason for the rocks upon your road educate your appetite with a capital "A" learn to let me help you share the load but you keep me at your distance as the tears begin to show so i really hope you make it girl before i go reach for the sky babe make it to heaven before your dreams grow old no one's so blind girl it's over your shoulder reach for your dawn's own light (it's all up to you) |
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| 9. |
| 3:57 |
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i won't wait for you, i won't wait for you
in the morning 'cause the last thing that i want is to see you cry and i won't ask of you, and i won't ask of you no secrets 'cause i don't want to be the one to see you cry help me mama, help me mama through these things i feel help me father, help me father through these things i feel so i can believe... so i won't shelter you, i won't shelter you in the morning 'cause the last thing that i want is to see you cry help me mama, help me mama through these things i feel help me father, help me father through these things i feel so i can believe... so i won't give to you, i won't give to you forgiveness 'cause the last thing that i want is to see you cry no the last thing that i want is to see you cry no the last thing that i want is to see you cry |
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| 10. |
| 5:36 |
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like a blind man takes pictures
we pretended we could see but it took all of our money and it took you and me there's a space in between us but it's not inside my head you can feel it all around you welcome to the wedge 'cos it's black and it's white but invisible so don't sign your name it'll take all your trust if you let it but never the blame feel the wedge you can look in its face but you can't see its eyes from a dark and vicious circle we were trying to break out so sick and tired of second guessing dancing to the steps of doubt the changes were blowing do you remember the hurricane? but when big john took his final swin we knew that nothing stayed the same with a whambamagram it started the saddest of days don't dare to ask was it worth it i'm too broke to say feel the wedge... i could take all the bullshit but never the lies over turns to under truth becomes a maybe six and five will still be ten i'ts black and white and it's not here tonight it could be my friend feel the wedge i have looked in its face but you can't see it's eyes |
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| 11. |
| 1:31 |
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| 12. |
| 6:05 |
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