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| 23:44 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:30 | 
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If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late. And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you More often than I do. If I were to sleep, I could dream. If I were afraid, I could hide. If I go insane, please don't put Your wires in my brain. If I were the moon, I'd be cool. If I were a book, I would bend for you. If I were a good man, I'd understand The spaces between friends. If I were alone, I would cry. And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry. And if I go insane, Will you still let me join in the game? If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train, I'd be late again. If I were a good man, I'd talk with you More often than I do. |
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| 3. |
| 5:30 |
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Would you like to say something before you leave Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel We said goodbye before we said hello I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year And I would like to know How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel? Not a single word was said, delights still without fears Occasinally you showed a smile but what was the need I felt the cold far too soon - the wind of '95 My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there Tomorrow brings another town and another girl like you Have you time before you leave to greet another man Just you let me know How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel? Goodbye to you Charlotte Kringles too I've had enough for one day |
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| 5:22 |
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When the fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evenin' birds are calling Summer's thunder time of year The sound of music in my ears Distant bells, new mown grass Smells so sweet By the river holding hands Roll me up and lay me down And if you sit don't make a sound Pick your feet up off the ground And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling Summer evenin' birds are calling Children's laughter in my ears The last sunlight disappears And if you sit don't make a sound And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange Sing to me, sing to me When that fat old sun in the sky is falling |
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| 13:00 |
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