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Driving out on Ponchatrain Louisiana mud
Cleaning off the insects to get a little light
You're confined to Dallas and I think you're right
To find other solutions maybe not but I might
I might be looking at trouble again fighting above my weight
But when things look so easy you want to be careful in case
Close as I am to you I'm closer to Gila Bend
I'll call you in the morning and tell you where to send
The last thing we talked about after you had left that message on my party line
That you were miles ahead
To set you up instead
But I might be looking at trouble again fighting above my weight
But when things look so easy you want to be careful in case
Dancing Undercover of a Mariachi moon
When the clouds passed over us
We'll be out of here soon
Thanks for thinking of me and thanks for the flowers
Deadly nightshade is beautiful I could stare at them for hours
I crossed the border this morning you come across tonight
You lost the map of Mexico that wasn't very bright
I could be looking at trouble again fighting above my weight
But when things look so easy you want to be careful in case
Dancing Undercover of a Mariachi moon
When the clouds passed over us
Dancing dancing dancing
We'll be out of here soon
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There's a carnival lady in a ten gallon hat
She pulls a rabbit out of the hat
And sets it free, she sets it free
There's a pigeon in my chimney and it's powdering up the air,
Powdering up the air and making it hard to breathe
Gonna set it free, it's free or fried
Together again, and again
Free again, and again
The lady wants you to dance to the sound of the castanets,
You're trying hard to forget
What she'd mean to you, if she should set you free.
When you walk in the rain up to your ankles in water
Fixated on the vision of the hangman's daughter
And what she'd mean to you, when she'd set you free
Free again, and again
Together again, and again
You hear a noise in the distance and you see the sun go down
The streets are full of junkies, there's a lot of them about
You feel them getting closer, they're breathing down your neck,
You're the only one left, you're the only one left
Who doesn't wanna be free, you don't wanna be free
You never asked to be free again.
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Less than a day when the speed of decision was taken while we waited outside for savage ineptitude motionless spectacle into the glass of time
What do we learn from that?
What do we learn from that?
What do we learn from that?
The world goes round
What was replacing the fractured event in the landscape of nobody left one day you said you will return safer by far than the fools at the bar
What do we learn from that?
What do we learn from that?
What do we learn from that?
The world goes round
Inside the demand for a luxury hand lurks the context of misery's trend
How in the world can the trouble be found when the movement's too fast for that we're slow
But we learn from that
That's what we learn from that
A facet to be facet to do
A shattered inevitable greed you're walking on locusts - you like to do that
I can hear it when you talk
What do we learn from that?
The context decides if we live or we die
It comes to me when I'm alone
Your voice keeps me quiet until then
You should know by now if we ever learn from that
Do we ever learn from that?
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Rolling through the Mardi Gras
Madman on the loose
That's where I met Egypt selling
Antiques from a caboose
She's not giving discounts or anything away
What do you say? What have you got?
What do you say? What have you got?
In risky stock adventures, the back end might be sweet
Microsoft is nothing, your money's safe with me
I made a decent offer, you stared off into space
You countered my proposal by laughing in my face.
What do you say? What do you say? What do you say?
I jump into the river, dance on burning coals,
wrestle alligators or sleep out in the cold
What do you say? You say I'm crazy, Egypt?
(Crazy! Crazy!)
What do you say? Who, me? I'm crazy, Egypt?
(Crazy! Crazy!)
Santa's in the garden, the sharks are in the hall
Juke's playing Dixie Cups greatest hits, aw
What do you mean? C'mon now. What do you mean?
I'll sell you down the river on the dotted line
A reasonable assumption: even losers win sometime
Empty out your pockets, chase your tail
Creep down the escalade or to Elysian fields
What do I think? I think you're crazy, Egypt.
(Crazy!)
What do I say? I say what I think: you're crazy, Egypt!
(Crazy! Crazy!)
Me, I'm walking out of here, emptying the till
I'm calling up your lawyers and giving you the bill
That's what I think. That's what I think.
I think you've got trouble, Egypt!
(Trouble!)
(Crazy! Crazy!)
The yankee on Canal St. doesn't know which side he's on
You buy me the election, I'll sell you Japan
From an Algiers motel window to a debutante's affair
You've got everything you wanted and you're still crazy, Egypt!
(Crazy!)
You've got everything you wanted and you're still crazy, Egypt!
(Crazy!)
You've got everything, everything you wanted and you're still crazy, Egypt!
(Crazy! Crazy! Aah!)
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Since you've been gone
Many things have changed
The days get longer
We spend our nights alone
Before you took
The time to see
You didn't let me down
You're a phone-call away
Now the time has come
To think of you a while
I cannot leave you now (I cannot leave you now)
Though the door is open wide (oh open wide)
You're in my mind and soul
And I've said it before
So much for love
So long for now
So much for love
It's been good to know you
We'll meet again
Where it all began
A souvenir of the past
And I guess it's the last
So much for love
So much for love
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There's an end to the road that takes you home
There's a way of life you knew before
At the end of the day you will have your rest
You'll find a way
You'll find a way
Don't resist the morning calm
It will keep you safe from harm
The time will come when help is found
You leave behind the things form the past
Though the road is long and hard and the path is wide
We climb it still and seize the skies
It's only a matter of time
It's only a matter of time
The landscape has changed and the mood has gone
Along with the rest we carry on
If you take me back in space in time
I'll let the journey begin and keep it with mine
On this coat of many colours there's a lot of room for others
I see in your face the reason why
You fell from grace and you cannot find
The way from here that leads you back
To the place that you know the best
And its distance from the rest
You tell me why there's a saviour looking on with the weak and the strong, taking us to higher ground
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The latest development in the Land of Nod
Says the animals got the best of us all
Lost in the miles of the 20th century
Cocktail parties and things
If we could work it out (If we could work it out)
We'd have done it by now
If we could work it out (If we could have it done)
Don't you think we'd have it done
The indistinct notion of cool
Was the laughter I heard coming through your door (Ooh, through your door)
That's all that's left of the days we spent
Trying to break on through
I'd like things to be easy (easy)
to be the best they can (best they can)
but you've turned me into jelly
and used me like a soupcan
If we could work it out (If we could work it out)
We'd have done it by now
If we could work it out (We left it where it was)
We'd have left it where it was
With you still riding bareback (Ooh, ooh)
and me driving my Dodge
you skipping a heartbeat (Ooh, ooh)
and me not paying attention
something was wrong right then
You weren't seeing the difference
You're still running scared
We won't be watching the sunset
it took too much time to learn
You're cool (Cool, ooh-ooh)
In your indistinct notion (Indistinct notion)
too cool (Cool, ooh-ooh)
in your indistinct notion (Indistinct notion)
you're cool (Cool, ooh-ooh)
in your indistinct notion (Indistinct notion
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When I find you listening
And I find you sitting
And I find you thinking
I'll be waiting
When I'm looking for you
You'll see the difference
You're caught in a web
Pure deceit
In the roar of the crowd
For the work of the picador
Roar of the crowd
For the work of the picador
Blood on sawdust
Door slams shut
Beast is bleeding
You can't get enough
I caught you laughing
On the day you left
There's a subtle difference
That I could sense
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
In the roar of the crowd
For the work of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the roar of the crowd
For the work of the picador
The train moves on
Through the valley
A whistle carries
A long, long way
To the beast on the mountain
A long time ago
We can still hear
The whistle blow
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the roar of the crowd
For the work of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the moon looks down
On the work of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets lie empty
And the roar of the crowd
For the art of the picador
And the daylight comes
And the streets turn ugly
And the moon smiles down
On the art of the picador
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The tide has turned around and the chill settles in
Summer is almost gone
I run along the shore
I can't avoid it anymore
In the window where the sun shines through on the bedroom linnen that keep you cool you lie there
Thinking in wide-eyed surprise
Hardly believing we realise that some friends pass on
Some friends belong to time
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I never asked you to change - entre nous
It's not easy to say
The instability of you makes things clear
Continuity of you is motionless
Never want you to change - entre nous
It's the sun and the moon - entre nous
It's the rich and the poor again
It's the strong and the weak without you
And the time in the past with you
It's opening the door and walking through
It's your point of view and you
Clean my slate and trip my wire
Cut the wood and light the fire
Disturb the peace in Heresfordshire - entre nous
The rain in the plain never reached Spain
the traffic is backed up on the Cote d'Azur
You missed your train form there to here - entre nous
The satellite dish will you beam you through
The comedy begins Shakespeare at the zoo - entre nous
There's a silence in you and me too
There 's nothing new back there
Talking about it made is worse - less is more
It wasn't clear at all how the time had passed
The gangs are moving in around the block
Keep your head down it's not going to stop
It's the bridge and the canyon - entre nous
If the weather breaks I'll see you
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