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You play the changes, watch the stars
Look for new gods and number the years Since you lost your nerve and let the lady into your head You fly the snowflakes down and down And join the circus - you're the clown ut when you're in the ring your friends have run away and left you for dead When the boy was born and laughing at the world Then was day, then was play, then was love When the sun was young and flying over the sky Then was day, then was play, then was love You went to the people played their desp'rate games You turned your mind all around their rhymes But your reason had gone, you're yearning for your lady They climbed the ladder, they've joined the queue Friends and strangers ignoring you And now your time and tide is up The years are rolling away The boy is old and longing for the night On his own, cold as stone, he goes down |
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| 2. |
| 4:34 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:59 |
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| 4. |
| 3:28 |
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She shakes her head and says
That her last word is spoken Tumbling down Something she found Where happiness lay Not far away Hear it now You got so many ways When the last chains are broken Tumbling down You hear a new sound It's dark into day not far away Hear it now When summer leaves The tangles that it weaves are floating in the wind Hard to begin To get back in You stay but it's never in only one piece You got to find release He runs away and plays his laughter's just awoken Tumbling down The eyes of a clown And truth sings today Not far away Hear it now |
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| 5. |
| 5:24 |
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| 6. |
| 2:43 |
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| 7. |
| 4:06 |
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| 8. |
| 5:22 |
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Brown-Bruce-Hart
I saw a man on Primrose Hill Mickey the fiddler was there Reaching out for the highest note He could extract from the air With his fiddle and bow I saw a man on Primrose Hill Mickey the fiddler stood there At an angle to the universe Standing utterly still Small man in a big world And with the warming of the seasons And with yje changing of his mind He walks out from the prison He cries, "Thank you sir" I saw a man on Primrose Hill Staring into my mind He told the month when I was born Told me what I would find At the end of the rainbow Mickey the fiddler's on Primrose Hill His clothes worn down at the heel At an angle to the universe He stands utterly still Small man in a big world And with the warming of the seasons And with the changing of his mind He walks out from the prison He cries, "Thank you sir" Thank you sir |
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| 9. |
| 6:24 |
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| 10. |
| 4:15 |
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