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I work in the mornin', I work in the night
the men on the block, they just laugh at me
I work in the mornin', I work in the night
the men on the block, they just laugh at me
But when they're wiping their silver spoons
Palming the men for some bread,
I'll be laughing
Way, way out of my head!
When my little kitty gets out,
there's gonna be a party, a party no doubt
When my little kitty gets out
there's gonna be a party
And if my mind isn't coming so fast
the men on the block say I'm on the brink
And if my mind isn't coming so fast
and I aint so dumb as some people think
'Cause when they're wiping their silver spoons
palming the men for some bread
I'll be laughing, way way out of my head
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I'm so sleepy, yeah
I'm so sleepy, yeah
I could lay my head on a piece of lead
and imagine it was a springy bed
'cause I'm sleepy, sleepy
soon I'm gonna slip away
in the night I feel it creeping, creeping, creeping
I'm so sleepy yeah
I'm so sleepy yeah
I could lay my head on a piece of lead
and imagine it was a springy bed
'cause i'm sleepy, sleepy
I can't keep my mind away from my dreams,
I hear them calling, calling, calling
Soon I'm gonna slip away
Soon I'm gonna slip away
Soon I'm gonna slip away
in the night I'm gonna slip away
I wont fight it, I'll just ride it
I'm so sleepy yeah
I'm so sleepy yeah
I could lay my head on a piece of lead
and imagine it was a springy bed
'cause I'm sleepy, sleepy
yeah
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There is a wind, my Billy, and it's awful strong
Come for you, and anyone who's helped you along.
But I want to live, live, live and let the stars shine bright
yes, I want to live, live, live and let it on alright
And when that bird sings from over that silver wall
I don't want to fight it, Billy, 'cause i want to go
There's a Northern wind, Billy, blowin' up a southern change
and a Northern wind really makin' me feel kinda strange
there's a Northern wind, Billy, blowin' up a southern change
and a Northern wind really makin' me feel kinda strange
And with this gun goes everything I want to say
Not for you, but for anyone who takes it away
Let it fill his life, life, life until there's nothing left
Let it kill his wife, wife, wife until he goes to bed
And when that bird sings from over that silver wall
I don't want to fight it, Billy, 'cause I want to go
There's a Northern wind, Billy, blowin' up a southern change
and a Northern wind really makin' me feel kinda strange
there's a Northern wind, Billy, blowin' up a southern change
and a Northern wind really makin' me feel kinda strange
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Slowly let me tell you a story of a tree
an apple tree,
Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree
and the man who owned it wanted it to be picked
so he sent forth to hire me
Well, I've travelled the mountains, and I've travelled the sea
but a never in my travelling days
have I ever seen a little apple smile at me!
Laugh, oh laugh a little apple
Autumn is waitin', you'd better be careful,
For it will bring you down
if it ever sees you wearing a frown
so laugh, laugh a little apple
Well all the apples were hidin'
Frightened that they might be plucked
and everytime that somebody passed
all except that one little apple ducked
Well, I've travelled the mountains, and i've travelled the sea
but a never in my travelling days
have I ever seen a little apple smile at me!
Laugh, oh laugh a little apple
Autumn is waitin', you'd better be careful,
For it will bring you down
if it ever sees you wearing a frown
so laugh, laugh a little apple
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You cut me deep,
but now i'm gonna see you weep, yeah
this broken man
is gonna do the best he can, yeah
I'll see you pay, before I give you my heart
baby I'll do without
There'll come a day
when I'll smash your heart
and then turn away
You played with me like a toy
and a little baby
After I broke
you just didn't want to know, yeah
I'll see you pay, before I give you my heart
baby I'll do without
There'll come a day
when I'll smash your heart
and then turn away
My time will come,
and you'll know when it's begun, yeah
You'll know because
you're gonna be just where i was, yeah
I'll see you pay, before I give you my heart
baby I'll do without
There'll come a day
when I'll smash your heart
and then turn away
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Well, first I have to tell you that I'm not insane
And that once I was a famous archaeologist named
In a recent expedition in a distant land.
I just happened to be passing my hand in the sand
And then I stopped, looked, and then I was hooked.
I saw a flash, then a sparkle from a moonstone,
Then the mist started, started to clear.
I saw a face, a face in the moonstone,
And then it started to disappear
Well, I walked and walked and never talked
For many days,
And without a friend a desert is a lonely place.
I was just about to turn around and make way home
When something told me that I had to see it again.
And then I stopped, looked, and then I was hooked.
I saw a flash, then a sparkle from a moonstone,
Then the mist started, started to clear.
I saw a face, a face in the moonstone,
And then it started to disappear.
A vu ray, a vu ray.
A vu ray.
I saw a flash, then a sparkle from a moonstone
Then the mist started, started to clear
I saw a face, a face in the moonstone
And then it started to disappear,
And then it started to disappear,
And then it started to disappear.
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I would have given you all of my heart
But there's someone who's torn it apart
And she's taking almost all that I've got
But if you want, I'll try to love again
Baby, I'll try to love again, but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know the first cut is the deepest
'Cause when it comes to being lucky, she's cursed
When it comes to loving me, she's worst
But when it comes to being loved, she's first
That's how I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know the first cut is the deepest
I still want you by my side
Just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
'Cause I'm sure gonna give you a try
And if you want, I'll try to love again
But, baby, I'll try to love again, but I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know the first cut is the deepest
'Cause when it comes to being lucky, she's cursed
When it comes to loving me, she's worst
But when it comes to being loved, she's first
That's how I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know the first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know the first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know the first cut is the deepest
'Cause when it comes to being lucky, she's cursed
When it comes to loving me, she's worst
But when it comes to being loved, she's first
That's how I know
The first cut is the deepest
Baby, I know the first cut is the deepest
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I've been pushed around
made to look a clown
but now, now I know
it is time for me to start to grow
I'm gonna be king
I'm gonna see things right
I'm gonna be king
and you will be my bride
I'll show everyone
that my time will come
If you wait for me
I will show the world what I can be
I'm gonna be king
I'm gonna see things right
I'm gonna be king
and you will be my bride
Love does funny things
and to me it brings
strength to carry through
and to make my name a pride to use
I'm gonna be king
I'm gonna see things right
I'm gonna be king
and you will be my bride
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I'm going home to the town where I was born
where little children laughed as they sang
a happy song
in the little town of Ceylon,
Ceylon city, Ceylon city
I've got a boat , I hope it's still afloat
with rusty sails, and an old wooden oar
It goes along, in the little town of Ceylon
Ceylon City.....
My daddy will be waiting there
My sister will be combing down her silver hair
My mamma will be waiting there
serving lunch to my brother, but he's nowhere
Ceylon City....
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In the blackness of the night
I seem to wander endlessly
with a hope burning out deep inside
I'm a fugitive, community has driven me out
For this bad, bad world I'm beginning to doubt
I'm alone and there is no one by my side
In the blackness of the night
I see a shadow passing by
from the heels of an old soldier boy.
There's no comprimising
and his eyes are black as the sky
For this bad, bad world he is going to die.
He's alone and there is no one by his side
In the blackness of the night
I see a sparkle of a star
from the sweet silver tear of a child
and she's clutching at a photograph of long, long ago
When her parents were happy she was too young to know
she's alone and there is no one by her side
I'm alone and there is no one by my side
In the blackness of the night
I seem to wander endlessly
with a hope burning out deep inside
I'm a fugitive, community has driven me out
For this bad, bad world I'm beginning to doubt
I'm alone, and there is no one by my side
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Why don't you come over?
It's lonely at the wooden lodge
Why don't you come and see our baby?
You haven't seen her for so long
Come on baby, shift that log
Come on baby, wash that dog
Give me all the love you've got, to me
Come on baby, shift that log
Come on baby, wash that dog
Give me all the love you've got, to me
There in the back woods
we had our little piece of land
but everything wasn't so groovy
Not when you had to dirty your hands
Come on baby, shift that log
Come on baby, wash that dog
Give me all the love you've got, to me
Come on baby, shift that log
Come on baby, wash that dog
Give me all the love you've got, to me
It's lonely at the wooden lodge
So why don't you share my bed
Come on baby, shift that log
Come on baby, wash that dog
Give me all the love you've got, to me
Come on baby, shift that log
Come on baby, wash that dog
Give me all the love you've got, to me
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While lookin' into my drawer only yesterday
you know, the things that I saw made me cry
I saw the pictures and letters,
I should have known better
than to try to deny
I love them all
I love them all
and if they came again
I'd do the same again
'cause I'm that kind of a guy
And as I walked through the park where we used to play
you know, the bench and the tree are still there
And the pictures that you did,
why am I so stupid?
They wont ever disappear
I love them all
I love them all
and if they came again
I'd do the same again
'cause I'm that kind of a guy
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