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Memories are the pieces of the puzzle you wanted,
memories are your pieces of gold
Memories are your wealth and the warmth here you wander
memories are your pieces of gold
down all the lanes that you treasure and travel,
down all the lanes that you own
glowing in your eyes down the decades forever
glowing and your eyes never dim
memories full of joy and the laughter they're bringing
memories that ought to have been
memories for a lifetime
memories are all your own.
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I saw you making celebrations, at your breakfast on the table
with the flask full to your lips here, not verboten
joy of living, joy in giving
for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes
and all the cartwheels through your past met, after breakfast in the garden
now the flask moves to your lips here, full forever not verboten,
joy of living, joy in giving
for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes
now you need this more than ever, as you see fit after dinner
with the flask split on your lips here, and the pie charts now become clear
gone forever, not verboten, joy of living, joy in giving
for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes
for tomorrow
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You're giving more than take well, as you know you don't spill
all the people that you keep
with bottles in a row see, sow your kite and come clean
all the people you need come for free
the witch hunt that you leave, a life raw and new breathes
will you will or won't fight, know it in the daylight
all the people that you bruise
with ballast so you can live, will you will or won't give
all the people that you use come for free
the witch hunt that you leave, a life raw and new breathes
warm on the tarmac, will you or won't tap
all the love you'll never need comes for free
the witch hunt that you leave, a life raw and new breathes
a witch you made to measure
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Sun is slanted in the backyard, sun is slanted on the warm tiles
when the home is in the mirror, when the home is in a big smile
give it, learn it, cap out, share it, see it all before your eyes
sup it, cup it, pit it, more free not free your belly full of glee
you're living for your own and make it known
see yourself outside your skin here, see yourself outside you for miles
when the hoax is in the mirror , when the hoax is in a big smile
give it, learn it, cap out, share it, see it all before your eyes
sup it, cup it, pit it, more free not free your belly full of glee
you're living for your own and make it known
make it known.
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back to the bar, with the double your nurse
back to the bar and see your fidget worse
santa the glee, with the helper you mold
santa the glee and race your pidgeon home from supper
more, more for you Anne
more, more for you Anne
your knees in your stocking
food in your shopping bag
phil to the pump, with the meddler you find
phil to the pump and see your diddy kind
santa our glee, with the funster you clone
santa our glee and race your pidgeon home for supper
more, more for you Anne
more, more for you Anne
your knees in your stocking
food in your shopping bag
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Corpus.........Christi
Corpus.........Christi
Corpus.........Christi
Bountiful, Bountiful
In the summer oh
Bountiful i need you more
In the summer oh
At your bedside
At your bed
With the patchwork in your head
Corpus Christi now you've missed thee
long ago
Pour the kettle
mother settles
for the show
High Beretta never better
Come behold oh
Skin yourself skin yourself
In the summer well
Skin yourself within your spell in the sun well
At your bedside
At your bed
With the past year
Over there
Corpus Christi now you've missed thee
long ago
Pour the kettle
mother settles
for the show
High Beretta never better
Come behold oh
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Corpus Christi
Christi, Christi, Christi, Christi, Christi, Christi
Better better veggie more
In the summer oh
Better better veggie more
In the summer oh
At your bedside
at your bed
With the patchwork in your head
Corpus Christi now you've missed thee
long ago
Boil the kettle
mother settles
for the show
High Beretta never better
Come behold oh
Corpus Christi
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in your own wide arc, your emotions wll spark
off the body not slaved, full of bottles and games
now see you well and become your own
knowing the chapters here that you close
fill in the gaps as half your mind is gone
now ready, pull up your chair, all emotions laid bare
off the body unhinged, full of bottles and tin
now see you well and without more tears
knowing that walls and walls have ears
fill in the gaps as half your mind is gone
you pour your own
you pour your own
now pour your own... from the flask
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Stepped in your loving daughter, you’re stepped in you’re loving gates
your stitch who you always wanted but the thought now still remains
you peaked and spoke, on your threshold
the fortune teller hoaxed
boats in your supping eyeball, boats in your supping space
you stitch who you always wanted, now your thoughts begin to fray
and now your thoughts begin to fray
you peaked and spoke, on your threshold
the fortune teller hoaxed
better better come our ivy, better better come our rates
you’re stitching who you always wanted, now your thoughts begin to fray
and now your thoughts begin to fray
you peaked and spoke, on your threshold
the fortune teller hoaxed
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Mary life opens, you warm to the tokens
and wheel out the quaker as your trousers taper
warmth on the sand, with the warmth on the sand
they warmth in your hand as you’re bonnie
Mary does her own
Eddying treats with the comfort for free
as you reel in the quaker, zip up and taper
warmth on the sand, with the warmth on the sand
they warmth in your hand as you’re bonnie
Mary does her own
warmth on the sand, with the warmth on the sand
the warmth in your hand as you’re bonnie sunbeam
bonnie all clean, bonnie
Mary does her own
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All the pages you turn, in the book of your wife
as you’re keeping your teeth in the jar at night
with the cat in the heart, and the cat you construct
all the good in your world, as they penny drops
warm all over, warm all inside
keep yourself where you’re least defined
now you knew, you knew who to use and don’t leave clues
see keen up in the spire, see the belfry and spawn
you’re asleep and adept here at the garden wall
with the cat in the grate and the cat you construct
all the good in your wife as the penny drops
warm all over, warm all inside
keep yourself where you’re least defined
now you knew, you knew who to use and don’t leave clues
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This record is a celebration
of the 600th anniversary of the
Bristol Chartel.
A celebration of sheer
joy, lapping at your froth.
The dog at your hearth, the
past to your present.
This is it, this is you.
Remember, let go of the rail,
We're ready, upstairs with the
winch.
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