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Walking along the Camino Royale
The Mississippi sighs Soft in the night when the wind starts to rise And I'm lifted high around the corner So I spin Fast as a ride at the fair Like a snake that flies through the air When I cry enough I'm fired from a gun And thrown through the doors Only the fool learns to get through Only the fool learns to get through Ahead I see candles floating in pails Each placed upon a chair Into a tent where they turn round the bend Through a kitchen leading to a staircase Now I stop Seems that I've been led astray There are no new answers today This road is blocked Only the fool learns to get through Only the fool learns to get through Only the fool learns to get through |
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Can you light a fire in Winter's face
Or say why a life has gone to waste Pleasure Island was an overcrowded place Cleopatra's Needle conquered fear One more nail in your coffin dear Endless torture for at least two thousand years (Every Day) What's the use of friendship, who am I Hell bent on destruction, how I tried You became a ghost to me long before you died |
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Just like his old father before him
Who served in the great war would sing We're proud to serve Kaiser or King They'll always find someone who's willing To take Tigermoth chances alone The boy who should never have flown Was thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens A crowd drew near but failed to hear Look I'm over here and still one of you wait... The young man's despondence soon halted When gently a voice that he knew Took shape slowly out of the blue Flight Captain James at your service Last month I went down in the drink You're not as alone as you think Here's some of your chums from last Thursday Shot down in their prime over Rome The boys who can never go home Were thrown a hundred yards Blown into smithereens Until we meet again my friends No regrets and Lily Marlene sings again |
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