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Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate Will nature make a man of me yet? When in this charming car This charming man Why pamper life's complexity When the leather runs smooth On the passenger seat? I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said "it's gruesome That someone so handsome should care" Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy Who never knew his place He said "return the ring" He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear This man said "it's gruesome That someone so handsome should care" La, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy Who never knew his place He said "return the ring" He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things New York version adds : I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear I would go out tonight But I haven't got a stitch to wear Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man... Ah ! A jumped-up pantry boy Who never knew his place He said "return the ring" He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things He knows so much about these things |
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Jeane,
The low life has lost its appeal And I'm tired of walking these streets To a room with its cupboards bare Jeane, I'm not sure what happiness means But I look in your eyes and I know... That it isn't there We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried... Oh Jeane... There's ice on the sink where we bathe So how can you call this a home When you know its a grave Yet you still have that greedy grace... As you tidy the place But it will never be clean... Jeane We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried... Gash on the nail Its just a fairytale... And I don't believe in magic anymore, Jeane... But I think you know, I really think you know Oh yes I think you know the truth, Jeane No heavenly choirs not for me And no not for you Because I think you know I really think you know I think you know the truth Oh Jeane We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried and we failed We tried... |
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Here her head, she lay
Until she'd rise and say, "I'm starved of mirth, Let's go and trip a dwarf" Oh, what to be done with her? Oh, what to be done with her? Ice water for blood With neither heart or spine And then just To pass time; let us go and rob the blind What to be done with her? I ask myself, What to be said of her? But when she calls me, I do not walk, I run Oh, when she calls, I do not walk, I run |
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| 4:02 |
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Every day you must say
So, how do I feel about my life? Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself? I am sick and I am dull And I am plain How dearly I'd love to get carried away Oh, but dreams have a knack of just not coming true And time is against me now...oh Oh, who and what to blame? Oh, anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself, for heaven's sake? Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes Every day you must say Oh, how do I feel about the past? Others conquered love - but I ran I sat in my room and I drew up a plan Oh, but plans can fall through (as so often they do) And time is against me now... And there's no-one left to blame Oh, tell me when will you... When will you accept your life? (The one that you hate) For anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes Every day you must say Oh, how do I feel about my shoes? They make me awkward and plain How dearly I would love to kick with the fray... But I once had a dream (and it never came true) And time is against me now... Time is against me now... And there's no one but yourself to blame Oh, anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes Anything is hard to find; for heaven's sake ! Anything is hard to find When you will not open your eyes When will you accept yourself ? When? When? When? When? |
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