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| 5:38 | 
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Here he comes
The boy who tried to vanish to the future or past Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes Here he comes He floated away and as he rose above reason He rose above the clouds; he was seven feet high Here he comes The night is like a glove and he's floating like a dove That catches the wind in the deep blue sky Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to another time Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes Here he comes Here he comes Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to another place Sees us following him all one at a time Here he comes And we're checking out each other's supplies And looking at the eyes of all the others standing in the line Here he comes The night is like a glove and he's floating like a dove With his deep blue eyes in the deep blue sky Here he comes The boy who tried to vanish to the future or past Is no longer alone among the dragonflies Here he comes Here he comes Who will remember him? Who will remember him? |
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| 2. |
| 4:02 |
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Rosalie
I've been waiting all evening Possibly years I don't know Counting the passing hours Everything merges with the night I stand on the beach Giving out descriptions Different for everyone I see Since I just can't remember Longer than last September. Santiago Under the volcano Floats like a cushion on the sea Yet I can never sleep here Everything ponders in the night. Rosalie We've been talking all summer Picking the straw from our clothes See how the breeze has softened Everything pauses in the night. |
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| 3. |
| 3:38 |
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I'll find a place somewhere in the corner
I'm gonna waste the rest of my days Just watching patiently from the window Just waiting seasons change, some day Oh, oh, my dreams will pull you through that garden gate I want to be the wandering sailor We're silhouettes by the light of the moon I sit playing solitaire by the window Just waiting seasons change, ah, ah You'll see, one day, these dreams will pull you through my door And I'll come running to tie your shoe And I'll come running to tie your shoe |
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| 4. |
| 3:39 |
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Given the chance
I'll die like a baby On some far away beach When the season's over. Unlikely I'll be remembered As the tide brushes sand in my eyes I'll drift away. Cast up on a plateau With only one memory A single syllable Oh lie low lie low. |
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| 5. |
| 2:39 | 
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| 6. |
| 5:16 |
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These are your orders, seems like it's do it or die
So please read them closely When you've learnt them be sure that you eat them up They're specially flavoured with burgundy, Tizer and rye Twelve sheets of foolscap, don't ask me why. We hit the jungle just as it starts to monsoon Our maps showed no rainfall All the boys were depressed by this circumstance Trust in the weather to bless agricultural man Who gives birth to more farmhands, don't ask me why. Fifteen was chosen because he was dumb Seven because he was blind I got the job because I was so mean While somehow appearing so kind Drifting about through the cauliflower trees With a cauliflower ear for the birds The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back at headquarters khaki decisions are made File under 'Futile', that should give you its main point of reference It's all so confusing, what with pythons and then deadly flies But to them it's a picnic, don't ask me why. Thirteen was chosen because of his luck Eleven because of his feet One got signed up for exceptional pluck Another because he was mute Roaming about through the gelatin swamps With a gelatin eye on the stripes The Squadron assembled what senses they had And this is the sound that they heard Back in Blighty there was you There were milkmen every morning But/Fuck these endless shiny trees Never used to be that way. |
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| 7. |
| 3:00 |
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Brown Eyes and I were tired
We had walked and we had scrambled Through the moors and through the briars Through the endless blue meanders In the blue August moon In the cool August moon Over the nights and through the fires We went surging down the wires Through the towns and on the highways Through the storms in all their thundering In the blue August moon In the cool August moon Well we rested in a desert Where the bones were white as teeth, sir And we saw St. Elmo's Fire Splitting ions in the ether In the blue August moon In the cool August moon |
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| 8. |
| 5:53 |
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I am on an open sea
Just drifting as the hours go slowly by Julie with her open blouse Is gazing up into the empty sky. Now it seems to be so strange here Now it's so blue The still sea is darker than before... No wind disturbs our coloured sail The radio is silent, so are we Julie's head is on her arm Her fingers brush the surface of the sea. Now I wonder if we'll be seen here Or if time has left us all alone The still sea is darker than before... |
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| 9. |
| 5:23 |
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We climbed and we climbed,
Oh, how we climbed My, how we climbed Over the stars to (the) top (Of) Tiger Mountain Forcing the lines through the snow. |
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| 10. |
| 6:12 |
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