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Mary Pickford used to eat roses
Thought that they’d make her beautiful and they did,
One supposes.
Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome,
He wore a moustache,
Must-a had much cash, too,
Worth a king’s ransom,
Charlie Chaplin, he was invited,
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united.
David Griffith worked as an extra,
Then as a stagehand,
Until they let him be
A director
Dave was brave, a mover and shaker,
A true pioneer,
He seemed to show no fear,
A real film maker
Just like Chaplin, he was invited,
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united.
They tied the knot together,
Groom and bride couldn’t hide their pleasure.
They tried to pick fair weather,
But love died, didn’t last forever.
Mary Pickford used to eat roses,
Thought that they’d make her beautiful and they did,
One supposes.
Douglas Fairbanks, he was so handsome,
He wore a moustache,
Must-a had much cash too,
Worth a king’s ransom.
Charlie Chaplin, he was invited,
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united.
When these artists became united
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Every night we fall into bed,
But it’s all in my head.
Every night we fall in a heap,
And you kiss me to sleep.
And baby all the sleepy things you say,
Blow me away.
Till the next day,
When I find what we did and we said,
Was all in my head.
Every night you whisper to me,
This always will be.
Every night you smooth down my hair,
But you’re not really there.
And darling it seems as if we know,
Our love will grow.
And then the next day,
I find what we did and we said,
It was all in my head.
Drowsy, drinking,
I keep thinking,
We’re not far apart.
Scared of waking,
Lonely, aching,
Just me and my hopeless heart.
Sleeping soundly,
Your arms around me.
Through the night we cruise,
Then I find it’s in my mind,
That you stroke away my blues.
Every night we fall into bed,
But it’s all in my head.
Every night we fall in a heap,
And you kiss me to sleep.
And baby all the sleepy things you say,
Blow me away.
Till the next day,
When I find what we did and we said,
It was all in my head.
It was all in my head.
It was all in my head
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They say the world must end somehow,
They say the end's not far from now;
I think they're wrong,
Don't worry your life away,
Start living for today,
Don't think about tomorrow.
And if the lights go out on all of us,
In just a year or two.
And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,
Then I'll be here with you.
I'll go down with you.
Well I'm gonna try for all I'm worth,
To stay with you till the end of the earth.
Don't let me down,
Don't let your feelings win.
Don't give out, and don't give in,
Don't think about tomorrow.
Cause if the lights go out on all of us,
In just a year or two.
And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,
Then I'll be here with you.
I'll go down with you.
And if the lights go out on all of us,
In just a year or two.
And if the sky falls down like pouring rain,
Then I'll be here with you.
I'll go down with you.
I'll go down with you
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Missing the train every morning at 8:52,
Sipping coffee from the same cup as you.
The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew,
That’s what I miss about you.
The new way that love had made me see,
Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key.
The knowing way you used to caress me,
That’s what I miss about you.
You stole in with your starry smile exciting me,
Driving with you in your new car, feeling free.
If it's true that love is blind, then I was blind willingly,
You made me feel we had a future, that could be and would be.
The way you said I’d be no one on my own,
Your habit of soaking yourself in over-priced cologne.
The way you turned the light out when I knew you were home,
That’s what I don’t miss about you.
I bet you’re using your weary magic like it’s new,
Driving so fast with a new fool beside you.
Presumably believing she’s the last of the lucky few,
I wonder if she knows she’s being lied to like I do.
The way I only doubted myself when I was with you,
Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too.
Your skill of putting me down in-front of everyone we knew,
That’s what I don’t miss about you
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I heard that lately,
You’ve gone through a mysterious change.
People say you’re secretive,
And you’ve been acting strange.
They say there’s magic afoot stay away they all warn,
But to me you were magical from the day that you were born
I have become spellbound,
Spellbound.
You lifted me up high,
Now I don’t know how to get down.
I don’t know how to get down.
You’re very different,
You are so rare.
Some kind of witchcraft,
Is flying through the air.
I’ll admit I can’t explain why I feel how I do,
So you must have cast a spell,
That’s why my life feels new.
I have become spellbound,
Spellbound.
You lifted me up high,
Now I don’t know how to get down.
I don’t know how to get down.
I have become spellbound,
Spellbound.
You lifted me up high,
Now I don’t know how to get down.
I don’t know how to get down.
I don’t know how to get down.
I don’t know how to get down.
I don’t know how to get down
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How can I say it? Where do I begin,
Everything you are is just what it says on the tin
Words that were honest, spoken from the heart,
Everything you did was just what you said from the start.
You are the angel with whom I would gladly live in sin,
Thanks for being exactly what it says on the tin.
I never doubted, and though I never shouted from the roof,
All about it, I’m with you every day as living proof.
Ain’t gonna lose now, such a lot to win,
‘Cos I will always know you’re just what it says on the tin.
You are the angel with whom I would gladly live in sin,
Thanks for being exactly what it says on the tin.
I never doubted, and though I never shouted from the roof,
All about it, I’m with you every day as living proof.
Ain’t gonna lose now, such a lot to win,
‘Cos I will always know you’re just what it says on the tin.
You’re just what it says on the tin.
Just what it says on the tin
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Scary films don’t scare me now,
That you’re around.
Since you been around;
Nowadays I never cry,
When the monster kills the guy,
And the psychopathic wife kills the husband with a knife
Hey baby, thanks for clearing my dreams,
Of all those horror scenes,
Which crept in uninvited.
I’m in love and I’m so excited,
Hey baby, thanks for clearing my dreams.
Scary films just make me smile,
When you are here.
When you are here.
In your arms I’m not afraid,
When the aliens invade.
And the vampire’s just a joke,
‘Cause I know he’s just a bloke.
Hey baby, thanks for clearing my dreams,
Of all those horror scenes,
Which crept in uninvited.
I’m in love and I’m so excited,
Hey baby, thanks for clearing my dreams.
Zombies marching through the mist,
Make me think of being kissed.
And I don’t care when peoples’ heads,
End up being torn to shreds.
Hey baby, thanks for clearing my dreams,
Of all those horror scenes,
Which crept in uninvited.
I’m in love and I’m so excited,
Hey baby, thanks for clearing my dreams.
Thanks for clearing my dreams
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A mask is easily placed,
On a betrayed and broken face.
A disguise to hide the past,
When you mapped out my skin and made the memories last.
Some things are never erased,
And I have run when I’ve been chased,
By recollections of you and me falling off our homemade castle
And even when I’m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
Oh I try but I just can’t wait,
To break out of this perfect circle.
‘Cos giving into old temptation,
Is like that common twitch.
Oh the silly stupid realisation,
The more you scratch the more you itch.
Why am I fighting, what’s it for,
Must let my mask drop to the floor.
My scars I shouldn’t hide from the people who are on my side,
Rolling up my sleeves to fight against,
All the things I locked up and all the things I fenced.
But it’s time to let it out so we can build a brand new castle.
And even when I’m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
Oh I try but I just can’t wait,
To break out of this perfect circle.
‘Cos giving into old temptation,
Is like that common twitch.
Oh the silly stupid realisation,
The more you scratch the more you itch.
And even when I’m walking straight I always end up in a perfect circle.
Oh I try but I just can’t wait,
To break out of this perfect circle.
‘Cos giving into old temptation,
Is like that common twitch.
Oh the silly stupid realisation,
The more you scratch the more you itch.
The more you scratch the more you itch
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The thing that makes me feel the most down,
Is the feeling that I’m living in a ghost town.
Barn door bangin’ in my face,
Like tumbleweed,
I’m rolling ‘round this place.
I see you arriving at the station,
But it’s only my imagination.
So I’m begging on my knees,
Turn around,
And save me, baby, please.
From this ghost town,
I feel like giving in,
Since you left I’m living in,
An old ghost town.
Hey kid, I remember all the laughter,
Especially when we woke the morning after.
Why did you have to go away,
Leaving me to wander every day.
In this ghost town,
I feel like giving in,
Since you left I’m living in,
An old ghost town.
We were born to ride,
Side by side.
We are always reaching for the stars,
And they can still be ours.
(If you free me from this)
Ghost town,
I feel like giving in,
Since you left I’m living in,
An old ghost town.
I feel like giving in.
Since you left I’m living in,
An old ghost town.
I feel like giving in,
Since you left I’m living in,
An old ghost town.
Living in an old ghost town
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If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a river I would swim you,
If you’re a house I would live in you all my days.
If you’re a preacher I’d begin to change my ways.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was in jail I know you’d spring me
If I was a telephone you’d ring me all day long
If was in pain I know you’d sing me soothing songs.
Sometimes I believe in fate,
But the chances we create,
Always seem to ring more true.
You took a chance on loving me,
I took a chance on loving you.
If I was hungry you would feed me
If I was in darkness you would lead me to the light
If I was a book I know you’d read me every night
If you’re a cowboy I would trail you,
If you’re a piece of wood I’d nail you to the floor.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore.
If you’re a sailboat I would sail you to the shore
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Got an angel, on one shoulder and a devil on the other,
And his good advice that I take.
I live with a sprinkle of a little sin,
When the world is asleep I’m awake.
With the roll of my dirty dice,
I’m only following the devil’s advice.
I’ll take your love and leave my kind regards,
But I never cheat at cards.
So you really think you’re leading,
When we tango across the floor.
It’s only cause my feet are out of sight.
Mine is the hand that spins you round,
Then it pushes you out into the night.
With the roll of my dirty dice,
I’m only following the devil’s advice.
I’ll take your love and leave my kind regards,
But I never cheat at cards.
With the roll of my dirty dice,
I’m only following the devil’s advice.
I’ll take your love and leave my kind regards,
But I never cheat at cards
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I saw you this morning,
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip,
On the past.
And I miss you so much,
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love,
In my secret life.
I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do,
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth,
In my secret life.
Hold on, hold on, my brother,
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders,
I’ll be marching through the morning.
Marching through the night,
Moving ‘cross the borders,
Of my secret life.
Looked through the paper,
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people,
Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking,
That it’s either black or white.
Thank God it’s not that simple,
In my secret life.
I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told.
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone,
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold,
In my secret life
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