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I've Always Wanted to Do This (1980)
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Brown-Bruce

I'm still feeling the ecstasy
Out in the midnight air
I see lovers among the trees
Wondering if you are there
You're not leaving much time for me
It's such a sad affair

You call me on the phone and say
You want to know me
You tell me you're alone and say
You want me baby
You know I'm not the only one
Playing at hit and run
Hit and run

It was another place
And love was winning
Now it's a different race
Have to begin once again

I don't hear the same violins
Playing out in the rain
I just see long black cadilacs
Cruising the streets again
You're not stopping me in my tracks
Missing the morning train

You've been working like hell
Trying to sell yourself
You've been working like hell
Trying to sell baby
You know I'm not the only one
Playing at Hit and Run
Hit and Run

You've been working like hell
Trying to sell yourself
You've been working like hell
Trying to sell baby
You cut off all my love
And say that you own me
You cut off all my love and say
You own me baby
You know I'm not the only one
Playing at hit and run
I'm not the only one
Playing at hit and run
Hit and run

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Bell-Clempson-Sancious

Searching through the shadows in the night
Lying awake, waiting til the morning light

Endless images before my eyes
But your face is all I really recognise

Your memory burns
At the point of return

Running back
I come running
I come running to you

Running back
Yes I'm coming
Running back to you

Tell me who was that stranger with a face
Like mine
Where was he going
Just running blind

What was he hoping
He was ever going to find
Could it be better than what
He just left behind

Your memory burns
At the point of return

Running back
I'm still running
Running back to you

Running back
Yes I'm coming
Running back to you

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Brown-Bruce

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It's a house in a street with a promise like you've
Never seen
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It's a place in the sun with the people who run
Through the dream
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It's escape from the cage when the pickings start to
Get too lean
Really clean
It's a new lease of life and the money makes the
Knife real keen

They say you can forget about the future
Everything will be fine
Well, more or less
And you will never have to fear tomorrow
If you just sign away your consciousness

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Now the mirror is red and the pool is slowly turning
Green
Soothing cream
I know some of my parts are the start of someone
Else's scheme

They say that you lose all your inhibitions
Everything will be cool
If you can come
And you will always find the right position
If you just read the writing back to front
And you will never have to beg or borrow
If you just hide away your restlessness

You're sick and tired of the way time is going
And nothing comes out right although you try
Need to reverse the way your body's growing
You've got to stop the way life passes by

You've got a mortgage on your desperation
And love just slips away
Leaves you the bills
You know you're coming to that final station
Beyond the trees you see the hills

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Brown-Bruce-Sancious

Two loves on the way
Maybe one will stray
Looking to be free
Keep moving all day
Scared of things decaying
Wordlessly

Into winters you never see
Or will we always be

Two loves in the night
Got to shine so brightly
Hope we can be strong

Caressing the light
Scared to hold too tight
We might go wrong

There's a way
We can tell each other
Here to stay

There's a sign
We can give each other
No goodbyes

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Brown-Bruce-Hart

I saw a man on Primrose Hill
Mickey the fiddler was there
Reaching out for the highest note
He could extract from the air
With his fiddle and bow

I saw a man on Primrose Hill
Mickey the fiddler stood there
At an angle to the universe
Standing utterly still
Small man in a big world

And with the warming of the seasons
And with yje changing of his mind
He walks out from the prison
He cries, "Thank you sir"

I saw a man on Primrose Hill
Staring into my mind
He told the month when I was born
Told me what I would find
At the end of the rainbow

Mickey the fiddler's on Primrose Hill
His clothes worn down at the heel
At an angle to the universe
He stands utterly still
Small man in a big world

And with the warming of the seasons
And with the changing of his mind
He walks out from the prison
He cries, "Thank you sir"

Thank you sir

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Dancing on air
We'll be there 'till the close of the day
Try anyway
But you can't keep the magic away

People say it's not real
Don't seem to have any feelings

Dancing on air
We'll be there 'till the end of the sky
Bending the time
Just a little so we can get by

People say it won't last
Everything's going much faster

Leaving our hearts in a thousand towns
Sleeping when dawn comes around
Playing there just for a moment or two
Together
Leaving our place in a thousand rooms
Breathing in gasoline fumes
Laying there just for a moment or two
Together

Leaving our hearts in a thousand towns
Sleeping when dawn comes around
Staying there just for a moment or two
Together
Leaving our place in a thousand rooms...
Breathing in gasoline fumes
Laying there just for a moment or two
Together

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Livin' without ja ain't no way to live at all
You freaked me out baby
When you threw my boots into the hall
Ah baby what you tryin' to do
Come on baby what you tryin' to do to me

Livin' without ja ain't no way to live at all
You know sometimes baby
I really feel like gon' over the wall
Ah baby what you think of this
Come on baby won't you give me little kiss

I'm livin without ja…

Burn in your kitchen ain't no way to save your meat
I keep havin' this dream where someones
Tryin' to sit in my seat
Love is free and I'm gonna stay the same
Here's the key
I ain't gone insane

I'm livin without ja…

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Cobham

I found a place where all seasons meet
The earth and the sky are one with the sea
On a hill looking down to the sea
Gives visions of life as it truly should be

The air is so clean that the sun can shine brightly
My face is caressed by the breeze
It's the time of the day when I find it most likely
To go down and be by the sea

The thoughts I feel down by the sea
Your facing the wind as you stand next to me
My mind's adrift between the wind and the sea
Invisioning thoughts of pure ecstacy

With you here with me
Taking walks cross the pastures
For a very short time, yes I know
Yet I find when we walk
And our minds come together
It's as if we were never alone

To be at peace in a place such as this
The wind and the sea plays a large part of me
To be with you, near the wind and the sea
Concludes my thoughts in completely pure harmony

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Bell-Clempson

This is a recording
Cause I'm not at home
Just leave your name and number
At the sound of the tone
I'll call you back later
Just as soon as I get in
And thanks a lot for calling
But for the time bein'

I'm out to lunch
Gone for days
I'm out to lunch
I'm miles away
I'm out to lunch
My answer phones on
I'm out to lunch
I'm already gone

Well I missed breakfast
Cause I was runnin' late
It slipped my mind completely
About my dinner date

I'm out to lunch
It's understood
I'm out to lunch
I'm gone for good
I'm out to lunch
Gone for days
I'm out to lunch
I'm miles away

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Love in the mirrors down in the bars
Songs promised everything
From sad guitars
The faces never change but you're not there
I hear the notes you played
Still in the air…

Don't give up that feeling when you finally got it down
Keep it hot & healin when you take it round the town
Don't give up that feelin when you got it in your hand
Keep it hot & squealin
When you make it with your band

Don't give up that feelin when you're up against the wall
Keep it hot & squealin and you'll have yourself a ball
Don't give up that feelin when you've got it in your hand
Keep it hot & squealin
When you, when you make it with your band

Bird alone goin home
Did not know
The right tomorrows
Heard your flight
Somewhere inside of night
It was daylight
And I'm down here blowin over the sparks
Somewhere
Somewhere inside the night
Heard you sing from the wings
Everything was happening
Bird alone
Every day you have done
You've won

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