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| 2:44 | 
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Hooked up on a fishing line,
Looking for the break of day I've never been here before anyway Its the line in my feet that's to blame. Settled down in the mud Giving everybody blood It's just not such a beautiful thing to do. Left the castle in Spain In an ambulance all the way Could it be that the clock's really stopped? Hello, there. Everbody, when's the next train out of here? I'm sorry, but I'm much too young for this I'll come back again next year. He came to lend a helping hand To the miller and the butcher's men Someone took the tuba for a pony ride And the music sounded so much better. Taking turns having fun When there's not enough sun It was midnight when the chorus came Then the piano collapsed in a heap on the grass And they blamed it on a rock 'n roll song Hello, there. Everbody, when's the next train out of here? I'm sorry but I'm much too young for this I'll come back again next year. Yes I'll come back again next year. |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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Holding on, with both eyes, to things that don't exist
Peering through the cutting wrist, at grand old mother greedy Rolling out the cotton ship, upon the carpet pillow Throttling children callously, a messy day with Clancy Gideon lied and Gideon died The force of China felt Gideon smiled as Gideon died The thought of China held. Rolling out the golden robes and other foreign language Stretching out the verbs and nouns together in the greeting Some that felt the blade often, some deep confused emotion Struck eye first against the wall of China under fire. Gideon lied and Gideon died The force of China felt Gideon smiled as Gideon died The thought of China held. |
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| 2:19 |
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I want to go home, I want to go home
I want to go back to Adelaide It' s time for a change, don't want to be late It's probably night in Adelaide In a day or two, I'll be there asking for you To come back to Adelaide with me The weather there is so good. So pass me the phone, I'll go it alone I'll whistle my way to Adelaide There's no time to cry, I'll be there tonight The trains and the boats and planes are on time. But before I go, I'm knock-knocking on your front door Be sure to say good-bye to your friends And to all my friends back home. But before I go, I'm knock-knocking on your front door Be sure to say good-bye to your friends And to all my friends back home. Oh, Adelaide, Adelaide, I want you tonight Adelaide, Adelaide, I want you tonight |
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| 4. |
| 3:29 |
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When I stand, my back to the sea
A big white cloud, looking right down on me Sound of sun, missing my eyes Everything's clear, everything's bright Big white cloud, big white cloud Big white cloud on me Big white cloud, big white cloud Big white cloud on me. Time to kill on the hill Looking at bees, licking the trees Looking for signs .................... Oh how I love you, Yes how I love you Oh how I love you so. Oh how I love you, Yes how I love you Oh how I love you so. After all is said and done Everything, is just like it began Days that came, years again Came in here once again Oh how I love you, Yes how I love you Oh how I love you so. Oh how I love you, Yes how I love you Oh how I love you so. |
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| 2:33 |
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Cleo, Cleo, won't you come around and play girl
Cleo, Cleo, won't you come around and stay girl You can find the lines to say, if you try Someone else has just confessed To drinking up all your wine. Cleo, Cleo, there's a way for you to find out How you should say, what you think is the way out Will you, won't you, will you see me through Maybe you could help me find a thing or two about you. Cleo, Cleo, now's the time for you to tell me If you, want to, you can leave it up to me girl After you have told me what you wanna do I could tell you, that I loved you, if I thought that it would be true. Cleo, Cleo, Oh Cleo I want you, me oh my. Oh Cleo I want you, me oh my. |
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| 6. |
| 4:17 |
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Won't you help me please,
I'm growing old A million years ago Won't you help me sneeze, I've caught a cold Another way to go Just hold on tightly This shows on my breed They speak so very slow It gets so hard to follow Slowly in the mist of captive eyes To carry you from home Hansom cab again from dawn till dusk My power amphibious bride I'll just leave you here like this I'm sure you won't be missed Before this night is done These words won't seem so wrong. Oh it can't be that bad Back up in Trinidad Come down and see me soon When you get back from the moon. |
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| 4:59 |
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The manager is waiting to be paid
Along with priests and deacons of his court A quartermaster, quite a man, a mistress of the line Has found a last cent avenue of pain A Mardi Gras just passed this way a while ago Making hungry people of us all Along the Mississippi you can hear the fiddlers play Fandangos and boleros to the lord Many times, many tried, Simple stories are the best Keep in mind, the wishful kind, Don't wanna be like all the rest. My uncle was a vicar in the big parade Selling fountain pens that never write San Sebastian gamblers never cheat nor lie They know good fences make good neighbours I wish I knew what time of year it was What kind of people will be there When gruesome tales of two cities ran Running all the way Father might have heard his prayers were answered Inhibitions all the way from home Consider now, consider then before the deed is done The blood of consolation runs so true Many times, many tried, Simple stories are the best Keep in mind, the wishful kind, Don't wanna be like all the rest. |
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| 2:22 |
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Everybody's praying for the rains to come
And the snow is gonna fall, down on me Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand And the locust gonna come to find me. Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car With the sherriff and me, singing out of key Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars With that empty bowl laughing right at me Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up |
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| 3:12 |
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She's back from Amsterdam
And I think the journey did her well Her face has lost it's touch The tell tale signs of loneliness inside But I love her still And need her company still more Come down, come down once more And I think, the journey, did her well She says she fell in love With men who knew the way to treat a lady Her life has settled for the best of things That I couldn't give her And it's not her fault, she's not the one to blame Come down, come down, come down once more And I do believe the journey did her well Yes I do believe the journey did her well. |
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| 3:46 |
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It was seven o'clock in the morning
Too late to handle the day At home it was only two thirty The skin on my wrists turning grey Stood up, wished us good luck He changed his attitudes twice The box in the corner shivered in fear He was tired and hungry for days. The next year she bought a new stomach From Liverpool made in Detroit Constantly passing old matches Some sentries and millionaires Who did? Gallagher did The same old thing every time Gave up, more empty cups They were tired and hungry for nights. It made life a littl e easier To have Holland on the run It didn't take that long to forget her My old man and his gun Rushed out, lions about Wasting away on advice A hundred and three, 400 or more It'll haunt you for the rest of your life |
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| 2:29 |
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Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road Board boy, board boy, what have you been told
Do you wear your jeans of blue? Oh that way is paved with gold Board boy, board boy what have you been sold Yes boy, no boy, you don't have to use your head It's alright boy, you can use your feet instead You don't have to worry about the French emissary You don't have to dread Board boy, board boy, just listen to what I have said You can ask my poor old fairweather friend If the hills are hard to find If the misty mountain tops of May That'll make us change their minds. Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road Board boy, board boy, what have you been told. You can smell the means by which your secret signs do unfold Board boy, board boy, rolling down the road. |
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