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Come to me
Come lie beside me Oh, don't deny me your love Make sense of me Walk through my doorway Don't hide in the hallway Oh love, step over I'll follow you down I'll follow you down In the name of whiskey In the name of song You didn't look back You didn't belong In the name of reason In the name of hope In the name of religion In the name of dope In the name of freedom you drifted away To see the sun shining on some one else's day In the name of United and the BBC In the name of Georgie Best and LSD In the name of the Father and his wife the Spirit You said you did not they said you did it In the name of justice In the name of fun In the name of the Father In the name of the Son Call to me No one is listening I'm waiting to hear from you, love Stay with me It's cold in the ground But there's peace in the sound of the white and the black spilling over I'll follow you down |
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| 5:10 | 
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| 3:46 |
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| 3:03 |
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Dedicated Follower Of Fashion
They seek him here, they seek him there, His clothes are loud, but never square. It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best, 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. And when he does his little rounds, 'Round the boutiques of London Town, Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends, 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). He thinks he is a flower to be looked at, And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight, He feels a dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). There's one thing that he loves and that is flattery. One week he's in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes. 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. They seek him here, they seek him there, In Regent Street and Leicester Square. Everywhere the Carnabetian army marches on, Each one an dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). His world is built 'round discoteques and parties. This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is). He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly. In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be, 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion. He's a dedicated follower of fashion. He's a dedicated follower of fashion. |
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| 7:12 |
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| 3:52 |
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| 7. |
| 4:44 |
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| 8. |
| 5:46 |
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As I was going over the Cork & Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was counting I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya *Musha ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy-o Whack for my daddy-o There's whiskey in the jar-o I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny I took all of his money and I brought it home to Molly She swore that she'd love me Never would she leave me But the devil take that woman for you know she treat me easy *Repeat Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber Taking my money with me and I never knew the danger For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell I jumped up, fired off my pistols and I shot him with both barrels *Repeat Now some men like the fishing And some men like the fowling And some men like to hear a cannon ball roaring Me I like sleeping specially in my Molly's chamber But here I am in prison Here I am with a ball and chain yeah *Repeat |
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| 5:52 |
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| 10. |
| 6:21 |
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I hope you're happy now...
I could never make you so... You were a hard man... No harder in this world You made me cold and you made me hard And you made me the thief of your heart Winter is cold...oh! But you're colder still And for the first time I feel like you're mine I share you with the one who will Meant what falls apart And turn a blind eye To the thief of your heart Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost all You lost all Ohhh you lost you lost all You lost all I'll never wash these clothes I want to keep the stain Your blood to me is precious Nor would I spill it in vain Your spirit sings Though your lips never part Singing only to me The thief of your heart From the point of lies Within the mind of God Let light stream forewards Within the minds of man Let light descend on earth From the point of love Within the hearts of God Let love stream forewards Into the hearts of man May the Christ return to earth From the center Where the will of God is now Let the purpose guide the little wills of man Purpose wich the masters now unserve From the center wich we call the race of man Let the plan of love and light work out And may is seal the door where evil dwells Let love and light and power Restore the planet earth Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost all you lost all Ohhh you lost Ohhh you lost all you lost all |
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