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| 6:10 | 
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Three friends are made, three lives are laughs and tears
Through years of school and play they share As time stands still the days change into years And future comes without a care. But fate and skill and chances play their part The wind of change leaves no good-bye Three boys are men their ways have drawn apart They tell their tales to justify. |
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| 2. |
| 7:34 |
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The bell rings
And all things Are calling The days past The play's cast Remember September When we were Together Together Together Schooldays the happy days when we were going nowhere Schooldays the happy time when we were feeling no care Schooldays when three said that we'd better be friends forever How long is ever isn't it strange Schooldays together why do they change. Did kites fly And I spy And you cry To run fast Or come last You know how We made vows They're gone now We made friends We broke friends No more friends Remember, Remember when we Together Went to the sea Was it real or did we dream. The days of children gone. Seagull's scream and pink ice cream and the deep blue sky And the waves seem high and golden sand and the town brass band play on. Wait for me Wait for us always Wait for me Wait for us to come Homework's dull. It's worth the pain to go out when I want Mister Watson wants to see you in the master's room. It's about the work you should have done and I think you must go now. |
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| 3. |
| 5:08 |
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Working all day, I'm digging up the roads, just working all day
Dig for my pay and spend it where I like. I've nothing to say Drown in my sweat but money buys escape. I've got no regrets Working all day Working all day When I was young I used to have illusions - Dreams ain't enough. Papa was rough. He didn't care for learning. Hell life is tough. Easy to say that everybody's equal then look around and see it ain't true. Working all day I eat the dust. The boss gets all the money. Life ain't just. I'm still the same as all the other people - who can I trust Working all day and never getting nowhere, what can I say working all day Working all day. |
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| 1. |
| 7:27 |
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Free from the start -
Left to depart - Finding the pleasure and the pain in his art. Lost in the hush - No need to rush - Time waits for him, him who creates with the brush. Colour the brush. High in the air - His dreams are there - Searching for answers he will look everywhere. Thinks he has won - A place in the sun Free from the worries and the ways of everyone. Peel the paint Look underneath You'll see the same, the same old savage beast. Strip the coats The coats of time And find mad eyes and see those sharpened teeth. Nothing's been learned - No nothing at all. Don't be fooled, get up before you fall. Carnal grave Crawling smooth Open flesh and you must let him in. Glass reflects What you are It shows the face, the evil face of sin. |
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| 2. |
| 3:23 |
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Look around my rooms and see the prizes I have showing
Working hard to build my life and plan the way I'm going House and car and pretty wife - they've all been won by knowing All been won by knowing All been won by knowing. Paperwork, white collared shirts - where would we be without them Man of class and quality - I never shout about them Choose my friends for my own ends. You can't succeed without them Can't succeed without them Can't succeed without them. Middleman sees straight ahead and never crosses borders Never understood the artist or the lazy workers The world needs steady men like me to give and take the orders Give and take the orders Give and take the orders. |
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| 3. |
| 5:27 |
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Once three friends
Sweet in sadness Now part of their past. In the end Full of gladness Went from class to class. |
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