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| 1. |
| 3:44 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:03 | 
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Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? |
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| 3. |
| 2:43 |
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| 4. |
| 3:02 |
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Do you want to be an angel,
Do you want to be a star, Do you want to play some magic on my guitar? Do you want to be a poet, Do you want to be my string? You could be anything. Do you want to be the lover of another Undercover? you could even be the man on the moon. Do you want to be the player, Do you want to be the string? Let me just tell you something, It just don't mean a thing. You see it really doesn't matter When you're buried in disguise By the dark glass on your eyes, Though your flesh has crystalised; Still .... you turn me on. Do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head, Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed? Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; Create a scene. Every day a little sadder, A little madder, Someone get me a ladder. Do you want to be the singer, Do you want to be the song? Let me tell you something You just couldn't be more wrong. You see i really have to tell you That it all gets so intense. )from my experience It just doesn't seem to make sense, Still .... you turn me on. |
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| 5. |
| 2:59 |
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He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
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| 6. |
| 4:02 |
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Good night
Good night Look at that moon shine so bright And tonight he smiles especially for you Sleep tight Sleep tight You know everything is alright And tonight I'll be here watching over you For tonight I'll be here watching over you Tonight I'll be here watching over you Sweet dreams Sweet dreams It is never as real as it seems And in the morning when you wake up I'll be right here Sleep on Sleep on For no matter how dark or long It may seem that your night is I'll be still be here I'll still be here watching Watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through Oh~ So be still Be still For you know that I always will Tonight and forever Be watching over you For tonight and forever be watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through I will be watching over you |
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| 7. |
| 8:12 |
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| 8. |
| 4:10 |
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| 9. |
| 5:30 |
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| 10. |
| 1:27 |
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