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| 4:55 | ||||
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| 4:20 | ||||
The last night of the fair
By the big wheel generator A boy is stabbed And his money is grabbed And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine She is famous She is funny An engagement ring Doesn't mean a thing To a mind consumed by brass (money) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone... ...But my faith in love is still devout The last night of the fair From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) From a seat on a whirling waltzer Her skirt ascends for a watching eye It's a hideous trait (on her mother's side) And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone... ...But my faith in love is still devout Then someone falls in love And someone's beaten up Someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And someone falls in love And someone's beaten up And the senses being dulled are mine And though I walk home alone I might walk home alone ... ...But my faith in love is still devout This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?" La... This is the last night of the fair And the grease in the hair Of a speedway operator Is all a tremulous heart requires A schoolgirl is denied She said : "How quickly would I die If I jumped from the top of the parachutes?" La... So...scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen (This means you really love me) Oh... And though I walk home alone I just might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout I might walk home alone But my faith in love is still devout La... |
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| 3:14 | ||||
4. |
| 2:43 | ||||
What she said :
"How come someone hasn't noticed That I'm dead And decided to bury me? God knows, I'm ready!" La-la-la... What she said was sad But then, all the rejection she's had To pretend to be happy Could only be idiocy La-la-la... What she said was not for the job or Lover that she never had Oh... No no no... What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she read All heady books She'd sit and prophesise (It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead To really really open her eyes) What she said : "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an Early death And I need to cling to something!" What she said : "I smoke 'cause I'm hoping for an Early death And I need to cling to something!" No no no no... |
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| 4:58 | ||||
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| 2:37 | ||||
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| 3:59 | ||||
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| 6:53 | ||||
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| 6:14 | ||||