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| 3:50 | 
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I catch my breath and ready for the race to come
No prizes call, the contest is my opium Since you can never be sure When they're keeping the score You must always be ready to run I tense myself Waiting for the starting gun No time for fun Because I work all day and I think all night I break my body but that's alright 'Cos it'll take my mind and all my might To keep one step ahead of you I think to myself living is a winning school Winning on your feet, winning on the street Winning as a golden rule It's seems there's always a test And I'm doing my best But there still seems a long way to go I try myself Trying everything I know Pushing me so So (Chorus) Don't wanna know why Don't wanna know how or when or who One step ahead One more step ahead just to get me through I try my best Here comes another test So wicked, no rest Because (Chorus 2x) |
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| 2. |
| 4:38 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:59 |
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Rise and greet the great pretender
He's young and hungry for your crown Do you want it? Do yuo want my place? You can take my place Do you want it? Do you want my place? You can take my place Heart of gold and mind of putty They made me up they'll make you up as well (Chorus) I know a thing or two But I hope it's good for you The time has come for abdication So pass it on, yeah pass it on (Chorus) I hope you'll understand If it goes the way they planned (Chorus to end) |
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| 4. |
| 3:51 |
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There we were, living on our island in the sun
Life was so easy, there was plenty for everyone 'Long come a white man who saw the milk and honey Now we're making due while he's making all the money Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another wheel stops rolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again There we were, living in our village in the trees We were minding our own business, We were doing as we please 'Long came a white man with attitudes and axes Now we're doing overtime and paying lots of taxes (Chorus) The promises and gifts he brings In honor of the songs he sings Are tearing us apart We were pow-wowing to our hearts content We had the great spirit, we didn't need a president 'Long came a white man from the civilised nations Now he ain't having second thoughts But we've got reservations Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another wheel stops rolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another bell starts tolling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee Another people starts calling Oh no, not a Wounded Knee again |
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| 5. |
| 3:52 |
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| 6. |
| 4:35 |
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Sitting here feeding
all these nimbers into my machine A number for every little thing I see I execute and they come dancing in Dresses black and green I recognise the number shining out at me Telling me One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why Many a good man stops to reason and pause for a while Many a big man doesn't even try And those who shold know better love the Word in praise and letter They wonder how and when When I just wonder why I wonder (One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why They're crying in future tenses Tearing down the walls and fences No matter how I count It still comes to the same amount One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One world, one love, one reason why One hope, one dream, one reason why One reason why |
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| 7. |
| 4:03 |
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Mr. K comes out to play
Inquisitive as ever He'd like to know a bunch of things He thinks you're pretty clever The height of Cyd Charisse The probability of chance The capital of Turkey And the president of France So Don't ask me, got no genius to mention And I just don't know what to do, what to do Don't ask me, I'm the father of invention And you'll never know what is true, what is true The origin of species The date of Waterloo Oppenheimer's shoe size And the latitude of Timbuktu The square root of thrity-eight Why they call he-goats billy The weight of Colonel Sanders And the whereabouts of Chile So (Chorus) Before you go on may I make a suggestion To get to the truth, You must first know the question (Chorus to end) |
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| 8. |
| 4:02 |
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What's the matter with your face?
What's the matter with they way you talk? What you doing with that spoon? You should be eating with a knife and fork Take a look at your body Take a look at your state of play You've had your fun and now it's time to pay I'm doing O.K. Well look at me, I'm doing O.K. Good, cos' I'm burning at both ends Running on spare juice Living from line to line I'm burning at both ends Surviving on borrowed time Maybe it's me who's doing it wrong Maybe I'm falling behind Maybe I'd come to your party If I was the Hari Kari'ing kind Sooner or later it'll catch you up Sooner or later you'll see You may not be around to disagree Are you talking to me You couldn't be talking to me Good, cos' (Chorus) |
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| 9. |
| 4:10 |
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Two-thirty on a Monday morning, I go
No particular worry or care Down Santa Monica Boulevard, real slow Just to see if that lady's still there I don't know if I should But maybe I could ask her something I wonder 'bout the place she calls her home You're not alone Lady on the phone Who are you calling Who are you talking to now Lady on the phone Who knows your number Who lives in your world and how So another day comes round, life goes On and lady's still making that call No need to tell her there's a world out there She knows She just doesn't seem worried at all I see someone in there Beauty with the reddest of hair And maybe not such a long, long time ago You're not alone (Chorus) When there are no more dimes to spend Do operators call you friend Does anybody know your name Call me I'll play your game I know You're not alone (Chorus) |
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| 10. |
| 4:58 |
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There are walls to keep the stranger out
And doors that open wide Over here, over here Open spaces for a silent shout A place for you to hide Over here Over here that feeling that fills my head And smiles as as I take my time to bed And I hear someone calling me Oh no This certain space is not your place to go And I see someone standing there Go away Gone walkabout, not coming out today Nothing ever seems to matter And yet, nothing means so much Over here, over here No magic box or slight of hand No mockery of touch Over here Over here I go but not to sleep I hope there's something I can keep (Chorus) |
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