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| 1. |
| 3:54 | 
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Drawing back the curtains,
sluggish city daylight in the afternoon... here's that special silence, just before you walk out of the hotel room. Each time we're so close I assume that we'll never be again. Oh, how long can we pretend that we're just good friends? A casual affair is all that you can spare from your emotional change; a calendar of meetings, strangers on the street the best we ever arrange. Now I just can't stand all the pain, all the constant make and mend: how long must we pretend that we're just good friends? I gave you my devotion, hiding nothing up my sleeve. If I walked clean out of your life would you even notice me leave? So much tangled-up emotion, should I stay or should I go? If I walked clean out of your life how long would it take you to know? Are we such good friends? You used to say "I love you", you used to say "You make me feel alive and young". Now we're just a habit, a flavour, once a month, to titillate your tongue. Oh, how sordid this has become as the means approach the end ? oh, how long can we pretend that we're still good friends? I gave you my devotion, hiding nothing up my sleeve. If I walked clean out of your life would you even notice me leave? So much tangled-up emotion, should I stay or should I go? If I walked clean out of your life how long would it take you to know? Are we such good friends? Are we still good friends? |
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| 2. |
| 3:00 |
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In my time I've told a lie or two,
I've been a deceiver, but believe me what I now say is true. There's no other way I can express what I'm thinking of: You're my favourite, you're the one that I love. It's a one-horse race, still I'm ready to place my bet. I'm a pretty slow starter, and I haven't quite caught up with it yet. It seems so extraordinary that you should care for me. You're my favourite ? how lucky can any man be? You're my favourite ? will you stay the course with me? You're my favourite of all time. You're my favourite, can't you see? You're my favourite of all time. Say you'll stay the course with me. |
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| 3. |
| 5:01 |
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Been alone so long
that I've forgotten what it's like to feel somebody next to me and hear her breathing peacefully when I wake up at night. Been alone so long that I've forgotten what to say - if I meet somebody who might easily resemble you I smile, but look away... I look away. Been alone so long that I've forgotten what to do: how to make the whole thing right and how to help if she's uptight and when to run and when to fight... how to make her stay the night - that's if I ever knew. Been alone so long that I've forgotten what it's like to feel somebody next to me and hear her breathing peacefully when I wake up at night, wake up at night |
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| 4. |
| 3:08 |
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That token drag on your cigarette,
That well-known face in the fire, It could be someone you can't forget, Someone you've learnt to admire. And it's strange How the feeling goes; All change - Down the river Ophelia goes. You're treading water, the price is steep, You say you'll cope with it all; You've made some promises you can't keep, You throw yourself against the wall, You throw yourself against the wall. And it's strange... You heard a noise in the firegrate, You look to see who goes there - It's just the stranger, he's come too late And even he's unprepared To find the cupboard so bare And it's strange... Down the river Ophelia goes. |
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| 5. |
| 3:34 |
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I stretch my hands
Clutch vacant laughter In silence and sweet, sweet pain Without demand But with a longing For what will never come again I smell your perfume On the sheets in the morning It linger like the patterns On the window after rain A past that lives If only for the present... Which is gone and will never come again To your sad eyes Turned away, mine say 'Do you? Did you? How?' As the darkness Slides away the day Shows what was And makes what is now I see your picture As though it were a mirror But there's no part of you Outside the frame Except the change that you game to me: This will never come again I am me I was so before you But afterwards I am not the same You are gone And I am with you: This will never come again |
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| 6. |
| 5:00 |
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You must be crazy to stay here,
and I'll be crazy when you go; though there's so much I want to tell you all the words come out too slow. I've been locked in my problems, you seemed prepared to wait... now that I know I'm going to lose you all the words come out too late. There's no promise I can give you that you wouldn't know was fake; though I just want to be with you, there's no show that I can make. And in the morning, when I wake and find you dressing I can tell that it's on your mind to go for good; I know that all this time I've kept you guessing, but I'd tell you if I could. If I now said that I loved you how would that seem in your eyes? Oh, may my voice fall into silence if my words turn out to be lies. I never meant to hurt you, even though that's what I do ? even though you might not believe this all my words were meant for you. There's no promise I can give you that you wouldn't know was fake; though I just want to be with you, there's no show that I can make. And in the evening, when we sit and watch the TV I know that all this silence just won't do me any good and I want to beg you, beg you, beg you to believe me... oh, I'd tell you if I could, I'd tell you if I could. You know, you know, you know she's going to leave you, You know, you know, you know she's going to go, You know, you know, you know she's going to leave you. I'd tell you if I could. |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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I have a vision of you, locked inside my head;
it creeps upon my mind, and warms me in my bed... A vision shimering, shifting moving in false firelight; a vision of a vision, protecting me from fear at night, as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong. I don't know where you end, and where it is that I begin. You simply open my mind, and the memories flood on in. I remember waking up, with you arms around me; I remember losing myself and finding that you'd found me, as the seasons roll on, and my love stays strong. Be my child, be my lover, swallow me up in your fire-glow. Take my tongue, take my torment, take my hand and don't let go. Let me live in your life, for you make it all seem to matter; Let me die in your arms, so the vision may never shatter... The seasons roll on; my love stays strong. |
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| 8. |
| 4:39 |
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You don't have to say a thing,
the silence is sweet; we've been together today in a way we might never repeat. Oh, your head on the pillow, the distance in your eyes ? already you might be rehearsing the word "Goodbye". When the evening comes of this perfect day, when the shadows run will you look away, will you slip away? Don't tell me anything. You don't have to say a word, all too well I understand: there's a nervous tension in the touch of your gentle hand. That makes me afraid ? I've seen you like this before... the moment you find somebody new you find yourself bored. Oh, I don't want to lose you. When the evening comes of this perfect day, when the shadows run will you look away, will you slip away? Don't tell me anything. Now the evening's come, now I'm left alone; now the passion's done and you're going home... oh, when will you telephone? You don't tell me anything. No, you don't even tell me the bell won't ring. |
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| 9. |
| 3:40 |
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In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness
And when everyone winds me up I just can't wind down And the April rain soaks my jokes to a pulp The sun makes my eyes burn And it must be my turn To fly with the birds this time Saturday's nation is rife with anticipation Of the ticket that buys you out of the real world But I don't mind the rain 'Cause I was born on an aeroplane Balloon ride over landslides It's April, I'm 18 And flying with the birds in a dream Make an electric connection as lightning strikes Angels' wings not once but twice Point blank refusal, the earth moves I turn her head Plant life gone wild over British monuments Something is burning Somebody's learning To fly with the birds tonight Solomon flies tonight Cape to coast, wings in full flight He's flying home with the birds tonight In a moment of weakness I embodied the sickness And I just can't wind down |
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| 10. |
| 6:57 | 
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