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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
100 mile high city Falling to the floor Everybody’s in it Falling to the floor Will I ever find some peace of mind Ever in the world Baby he’s a crying On his mother’s knee Bankers they’re a lying Dealt us to our knees Will we ever find some peace of mind Ever please Take us to the doctor But the doctor makes mistakes Take us to the lawyers But the lawyers over-paid Take you anywhere Where you can show your face to the world 100 mile high city Falling to the floor Everybody’s in it Falling to the floor Will I ever find some peace of mind again Ever in the world Baby he’s a screaming Papers they’re agreeing I can see no reason Should be screaming treason Will we ever find no peace of mind Ever in the world |
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| 2. |
| 3:13 |
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It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house
I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house Count my time counting the moon I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house I’d spend my life in Mrs Maylie’s house Count my time counting the moon It’s so nice in Mrs Maylie’s house Well good morning Mrs Maylie It’s so nice to wake in sunshine Spent my short life in prison Was my birth that was my first crime I’d like to pick some flowers And arrange them around your room And I love to spend the hours ‘Fore they’re snatched away too soon Well I love it in the country And loath the London mire And there’s no one who’s been kinder In my wretched little life Oh good morning Mrs Maylie And your daughter seems so nice An open heart’s my saviour And my trusting is my vice |
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| 3:24 |
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It’s a cold blue hello Monday morning And your clock strikes a blow and a warning ‘Cos you’re only at the weekend living And your wife and friends are unforgiving There’s a cut in your face off your shaving In the mirror in the sea a man is waving He’s remarkably like you so he’s worth saving And your wife and your friends do all the blaming I don’t go for that My name is Saturday I’m the girl in the car/drunk afternoon I’m the drink at the bar I’m plenty I don’t go for that My name is Saturday I am dressed for the night I’m the radio on I’m twenty |
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| 2:57 |
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Down town breaks the morning sun
The day's begun you're on your way now Don't give a stupid thought The answer that it don't deserve now Don't hang your hat on words That are absurd but so beguiling What you need's not far away It's on your face so keep on smiling It's just a little bit of love you need Just a little bit more But you're so hard to please Shut behind your door But hey I'm not stupid I'm just in love Night lights call the moths to flight To play and fight the day is breaking Out on the choking roads The busy droves are money making Don't make a cross to bear The weight of which needs too much timing What you need is in your hands It's on your face so keep on trying It's just a little bit of love you need Just a little bit more But you're so hard to please Shut behind your door But hey I'm not stupid I'm just in love And all of the time Your face looks fine But I know you're not You hide away Your own mistakes But you know they're not And they shout out loud It's just a little bit of love you need Just a little bit more But you're so hard to please Shut behind your door But hey I'm not stupid I'm just in love But hey I'm not stupid I'm just in love |
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| 5. |
| 3:14 |
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I aint a cowboy no more
I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before I get so tired yet can't sleep Or maybe I'm there this could all be a dream I wish you didn't get hung up so easily, When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans I aint a cowboy no more You won't hear my spurs clinck down the hall I learnt the trade off the street I hold my head up everytime time that we meet I wish you didn't get hung up so easily When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans Well I got no choice You know you just take me over Well you'll never see me dyin' Or ever stop me tryin' God willin' always keep me flyin'...high I aint a cowboy no more I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before I learnt the trade off the street I hold my head up everytime that we meet I wish you didn't get hung up so easily When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans Yeah, like an old pair of jeans Yeah, like an old pair of jeans Yeah, like an old pair of jeans Like an old pair of jeans |
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| 3:40 |
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Don’t you know about the bogey man
He will come and take you by the hand Take you from this pleasant land and away Don’t you know about the sandman Comes at night and takes you by the hand Takes you from your Bedford land and away Sing Children Sing Come into the light right now And sing Don’t you know about the child catcher Throw you in a cage much faster Than your slowly changing childhood days have gone away Don’t you know about the ogre man He will come and take you by the hand He will eat you just where you stand And you’re gone away So sing children sing Come into the light right now And sing Have you heard about Uncle Sam He will always make a stand Come and free you and take command And then stay Have you heard about his best friend Winning smile and curly hair And like a best friend he’s always there And he will stay So sing children sing Come into the light right now And sing |
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| 3:56 |
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Harry don뭪 fly ?not like he used to
All the games he used to play Are broken on the playground floor and useless Harry don뭪 smile ?not like he used to All the laughs have gone away They haunt the playboy bar where we used to go But Harry Kidnap뭩 cool But Harry Kidnap뭩 cool He wrote all the rules We뭠l get by like we used to When he used to run the show He will smile and look youthful Such a shame he had to go Say a prayer for the boxers For the builders to a man Sing a song for the dreamers For the fathers and sons He played his hand ?just like he used to Just the same the king you played Is beaten by the ace of spades ?he뭩 ruthless Harry won뭪 cry ?when you are crying All the tales like peeling bells Will tell of nights when racehorses are flying home |
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| 3:13 |
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I can’t hold on to one thought
Long enough to take you and me away Magic carpet day I can’t hold on for too long Keeping all my memories at bay Magic carpet day Hold on for dear life The world looks small from this height Careening through our magic carpet day The world won’t shake you Knock you down and break you Steering through these magic carpet days I can’t back off and be quiet But I’d never leave you standing in the rain Magic carpet day My arms will always hold you And lay you tired to rest from a brand new day Magic carpet day |
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| 9. |
| 3:08 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar
It’s too bad if you hear the word And decide that it’s all too absurd Punch the air and believe it When the crowd cries out its agreement And if I get to heaven tomorrow I will that it’s time I just borrowed Then look the guard in the face As he locks the keys away Please please please Just before you go Your glass is only half empty But you’re full on so where is the show But you’re full on so where is the show And I counted all of the jars And the labels told their names And I counted all of the cars Down the avenues and the lanes And a light will shine on you And deliver me the day And I’ll dance between your feet Down the avenues and the trees Please please please Just before you go Your glass is only half empty But you’re full on so where is the show But you’re full on so where is the show I count hours: they’re only waiting But in between you find something so real You’re elated Please please please Just before you go Your glass is only half empty But you’re full on so where is the show But you’re full on so where is the show to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte) |
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| 3:26 |
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Village life, everybody knows the wife
Knows how many pints you like And where you park your bike at night That’s ok I wouldn’t want it any other way Rue St Denis or St Tropez Over the hill or far away On the green I saw you with sweet sixteen You didn’t see me you were quite obscene Now the neighbours know where you’ve been In the town mother’s friends all pull the shutters down Father no more buys a round Because you were the village clown |
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| 2:06 |
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Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Standing by the Post Office Tryin' to send a letter to my wife (Didn't see it coming round) The crazy politicians Tried to lower the street signs and lights Head lights, head lights Low, Low, Low, Low Low, Low, Low, Low (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) These days it doesn't seem fair What, like right now? Standing by the Post Office Tryin' to send a letter to my best friend I care, I care, I care, I care Closing all the street signs Closing the white's of eyes, a mean mile (You didn't see it coming, yeh) Standing by the Post Office Tryin' to send a letter to my good friend (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Banker's closing all the banks And the street signs aren't working Their all bust now Low, Low, Low, Low, Low I've got the arse now We didn't see it coming We've got the arse now |
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| 12. |
| 3:01 | 
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
I fell in love on the street again It’s a love that is wrong Tramp the floor with my feet again I’ve been walking so long Can anyone really tell you Does anyone really know I fell in love on the street again You can guess they said no Time runs out of time A time to walk a time to run But I ran out of time Love on the street is no fun I roamed between a hundred hotel rooms A hundred numbers on the doors I sang a song with the bedroom queens I sang in tune with them all to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte) |
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| 3:20 |
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I’ll meet you at the Gate House But I can’t be late you see I’m going to Rockfield Are you going to Rockfield I want to make some sounds there Out there in the open air I’m going to Rockfield Are you going to Rockfield Stop all the shouting Stop all the screaming Demanding phone calls ringing I can’t hear me bleeding I can’t hear what you’re saying When everyone is talking I can’t see the line between The sky and the tightrope walker I’m going to Rockfield |
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