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I'm goin' back, goin' back, to be young again
to find a time to develop my mind and be kind to really see, to really hear, to really live, to really love and be kind When I was young, I knew that I was right then everything moved, I wandered out of sight I'm goin' back I'm goin' back I'm goin' back I'm goin' back, to be young young, young, I'm goin' back I'm goin' back, to be young again I'm goin' back, I'm goin' back, to be young young |
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Explain to you,
The girl who tells me that she knows herself. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Only really shallow people know themselves It's true to say. Everybody's playing happy Freud. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Your Capricorn is showing, And the edge is getting frayed, frayed. Here's to all those people Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.) They look into a mirror and They know themselves. (They really know themselves.) I will build them A mirror they can see themselves As other people see them! Here's to all those people Who know themselves; (They really know themselves.) They look into a mirror and They know themselves. (They really know themselves.) I will build them A mirror they can see themselves As other people see them! Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! Everybody's playing happy Freud. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Your Capricorn is showing, And the edge is getting frayed. Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! Everybody's playing happy Freud. I say to you, (my girl,) You don't know you, (my girl,) Your Capricorn is showing, And the edge is getting frayed. Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! Bum bup ba! Babba babba ba! (Say to you!) |
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What can I say, she's walking away
from all we saw What can I do, still loving you It's all a dream How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? What can I do, she's still saying it's through with how it was What will I find, I still can't see why she says what she does How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? What can I say, she's walking away from all we saw What can I do, she's still saying we're through It's all a dream How can we hang on to a dream? How can it really be the way it seems? How can we hang on to a dream? |
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There's no particular season
To lose your wit or your reason It comes together without warning It might be today or the morning I can't think what to say My mind's a blank today I want to write words to this music But my head's all set to refuse it I can't think of words to this music No reason or rhyme to abuse it I can't think what to say My mind's a blank today I could write a book this way A diary to an empty day I could write a book Fourteen lines in fourteen days I could write a book this way A diary to an empty day I want to write words to this music But my head's all set to refuse it I can't think of words to this music No reason or rhyme to abuse it I can't think what to say My mind's a blank today (jamming to fade out) |
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On a cloud by Saffron Land
The flower king of flies And the children all in white All together here tonight Let the dance of love begin Let the tempo made and sing The song and song in time To a gong and bells sublime Flower king of flies Flower king of flies Flower king of flies Flower king of flies The sun (???) all day And (???) as played the king from own his flower spread the words of love around Flower king of flies, flower king of flies... |
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Little Arabella, she's always out of her head.
She lives in a daydream, she never understands what she said. She carries a flower, long after everyone said it's dead. And if you see her, you'll never believe, her head. Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed. A skirt around her ankles, smoke comin' out of her head. She wakes in the morning, looks and there's nobody in her bed. And if you meet her, you'll never believe, her head. Talks in riddles, talks in rhymes. She reads the stars and looks for signs. She is a problem of the times. I'm rather glad she isn't mine. Little Arabella, she giggles away into bed. A skirt around her ankles, smoke comin' out of her head. She wakes in the morning, looks and there's nobody to be found. And if you meet her, you're sure to be, her next ground. Arabella, that's Arabella. Arabella out of her head. Arabella out of her head. Arabella out of her head. Arabella out of her head. Have you ever met a bird, quite like little Arabella? Course you have, she's sitting right next to you. |
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They ask me what grey thought has just clouded my eye
I told them that Azrael looked down on their decline What grey thought, if any, crossed the landscape of your mind I told them that Azrael looks down on you from behind I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath If Azrael on wings of death collects his pound of flesh I told them what they asked, why I hold my breath Azrael the angel brings only death |
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She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back. She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime And paint the daytime black. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. You will start out standing Proud to steal her anything she sees. But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole Down upon your knees. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She never stumbles, She's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, The Law can't touch her at all. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She wears an Egyptian ring That sparkles before she speaks. She's a hypnotist collector, You are a walking antique. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. Bow down to her on Sunday, Salute her when her birthday comes. For Halloween buy her a trumpet And for Christmas, give her a drum. |
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