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Just like his old father before him
Who served in the great war would sing
We're proud to serve Kaiser or King
They'll always find someone who's willing
To take Tigermoth chances alone
The boy who should never have flown
Was thrown a hundred yards
Blown into smithereens
A crowd drew near but failed to hear
Look I'm over here and still one of you wait...
The young man's despondence soon halted
When gently a voice that he knew
Took shape slowly out of the blue
Flight Captain James at your service
Last month I went down in the drink
You're not as alone as you think
Here's some of your chums from last Thursday
Shot down in their prime over Rome
The boys who can never go home
Were thrown a hundred yards
Blown into smithereens
Until we meet again my friends
No regrets and Lily Marlene sings again
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Or say why a life has gone to waste
Pleasure Island was an overcrowded place
Cleopatra's Needle conquered fear
One more nail in your coffin dear
Endless torture for at least two thousand years
Every day
What's the use of friendship, who am I
Hell bent on destruction, how I tried
You became a ghost to me long before you died
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Things they taught you at school
Can sometimes disappear
Why do you disbelieve
The things I said were true
Of a land nothing planned
It just happens
Girls and boys who shout come out to play
With a queen cold as ice
You'd best take my advice
To steer clear of her charm
She's easily annoyed
What's that sound, you turn around
It just happens there are bells
And reindeer drawing a sleigh
There troubled with snow covered peaks
Till the end of time
We know you're a daughter of Eve
And a friend of mine - no
Yes I'm certain that you
Will influence the rest
She could turn you to stone
You're suitably impressed
And so easily led
There just happen to be repercussions
Months ahead
Oh there troubled with snow covered peaks
Till the end of time
We know you're a daughter of Eve
And a friend of mine - no
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Body was found at the vicarage quarter past nine.
People die from sudden strokes all the time.
Verdict of misadventure mending the roof.
The doctors niece, whilst tending the rosehedge.
Stung to death by a swarm of bees.
"My wife's cooking is out of this world take a bite".
Died from some rare tropical disease in the night.
Dab hand at pharmaceuticals, still no one guessed.
The village vet was drowned in the pigswill
You wonder whose turn will be next
"In the world of sinners all are condemned
my son this gun's loaded"
A missing floorboard then screaming from the belfry he fell.
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Above the colour of amber stained evening
An audience danced
Led by a showering hand that brings water
An audience danced
Led by a showering hand that brings water
To both sea and land
Unlock the door of night
Nebulous bright
Again renewed by the vessels of Isis
You're ready to fly
Although the journey is still far from ended
You gaze at the sky
Above the cloudless night
Nebulous bright
He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star
He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star
Again renewed by the vessels of Isis
You're ready to fly
He who knows love knows who you are
Worlds you may find lit by a star...
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Veiling the nightshade bride stalks a flower revealed
Nearing the hour make haste to their threshold concealed
Lost in thought in search of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun
Casting the same steps glimpsing his own fate to come
Melt in the dream void from which he never can run
Lost in thought in search of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun
Tears fill the fountains breaking their promise to heal
Rippling the waters mirror an ended ideal
Deep in thought but robbed of vision
As the moon eclipsed the sun
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It's one o'clock and time for lunch - dum dee dum dee dum
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk
There's always been Ethel:
"Jacob, wake up, you've got to tidy your room now"
And then Mr. Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own"
Over the garden wall, two little love birds cuckoo to you
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show
Sunday night, Mr. Farmer called, said:
"Listen son, you're wasting time
There's a future for you in the fire-escape trade
Come up to town"
But I remembered a voice from the past:
"Gambling only pays when you're winning"
I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show
I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk
Me, I'm just a lawnmower
You can tell me by the way I walk
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When I feel I'm over reacting
and I'm trying too hard
it might be that I need to
get out in the country
my friend
There are many ways of seeking my fortune
I don't really have to lose my mind
on the highway (my) thoughts always racing
away to the sun
no one's stopping me
from lying around
There's surely something to it all
Away to the sun
no one's stopping me
from lying around
There's surely something to...
taking a friend
I know that I can share
another day in the warm country air
When I feel I'm over reacting
and I'm trying too hard it might
be that I need to get out in the country...
away to the sun
no one's stopping me
from lying around
There's surely something to
taking a friend
I know that I can share
another day in the warm country air
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Hey it's no surprise that you're going tonight
Well alright, had a funny feeling
I don't want to go on wasting your time
Well alright, had a funny feeling
That came the whole morning through
It's not hard to do
I'm just not getting through
Don't live a lie
I'd rather say goodbye
Please don't explain
No use pretending it's the same
You don't have to tell me I've known it all day
Well alright, had a funny feeling
I don't see a happy ending coming our way
Well alright, had a funny feeling
That came the whole morning through
It's not hard to do
I'm just not getting through
Don't live a lie
I'd rather say goodbye
Please don't explain
No use pretending it's the same
Hey it's no surprise that you're going tonight
Well alright, had a funny feeling
I don't want to go on wasting your time
Well alright, had a funny feeling
Don't live a lie
I'd rather say goodbye
Please don't explain
No use pretending it's the same
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Don't want a picture
To pin upon my wall
Just want some one to
Help me forget, that's all
I don't want to be here on my own
Hungry as a dog without a bone
Don't want a postcard
Showing some distant view
Just want some one to
Laugh when I blow a fuse
I don't want to be here on my own
Hungry as a dog without a bone
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to cry and moan
I don't want to be alone
I don't want to cry and moan
Nobody can hear a single word I say
As I walk the floor
Seems there's nothing more
Time to go to sleep once more
But in my dreams there's a place
Where it's never to late
I see nothing has changed
And that's where you still remain
Don't want a picture
Don't want a postcard
Don't want a picture
Don't want a postcard
Don't want a picture
Don't want a postcard
Don't want a picture
Don't want a postcard
Don't want a picture
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Can you light a fire in Winter's face
Or say why a life has gone to waste
Pleasure Island was an overcrowded place
Cleopatra's Needle conquered fear
One more nail in your coffin dear
Endless torture for at least two thousand years
Every day
What's the use of friendship, who am I
Hell bent on destruction, how I tried
You became a ghost to me long before you died
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Beneath the scattered light
Across bare hills of night
I dreamt a train just missed me
Another came in sight
I ran across the track
Then had to turn right back
A new one came straight at me
The next behind my back
Nowhere else to turn to
There are walls on either side
Why must the embankment be so high
Beside myself with weakness
And faint from running wild
I could hear the sound of burning coal
They never seem to stop
But always get to smoke
Right out between two tunnels
I ran until I woke
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Hope I don't wake in the morning
Find you running right away
Every hour I'm down and worried
Dream about night a day a-yay
To many places you can go
When drowning in your sleep
But no one wants to lay awake
For hours counting sheep
I'm fine what about you
OK tell me the news
We all know how to fight
When there's something to lose
In my mind I feel elation
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hope I don't wake in the morning
Find you running right away
Every hour I'm down and worried
Dream about night a day
For many days I know you'll go
Surrounded by four walls
And by yourself you'll stay inside
Behind your own front door
I'm fine what about you
OK tell me the news
We all know how to fight
When there's something to lose
In my mind I feel elation
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hope I don't wake in the morning
Find you running right away
Every hour I'm down and worried
Dream about night a day
Well I need to be on my way
Hope to get through another day
Well you know what shape I'm in
And it seems I can never win
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Hope I don't wake in the morning
Find you running right away
Every hour I'm down and worried
Dream about night a day a-yay
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Yes I'm such a simple man
Just book me on the flight
Every day's another place
Playing into the night
And you can't unwind
You're wrecked before the show
Everything's fine when you feel that
Johnny go go go
Will you play tonight for me?
Promise I'll do my best
Yes rock music should be free
Money's worth less and less
And the walls should be cracked
Four red faces make a noise
All dressed in black
I can't tell if they are girls
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As New Orleans slips far away
When the gas lights dim and the street cars fade
When the beast within takes on a new shape
The blood runs cold make no mistake
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night
A band strikes up and they're starting to play
When the sirens wail but they're way too late
The crowds don't see they're drunk anyway
The inquest said it was coming her way
You're just a vampyre with a healthy appetite
And you stay awake half the night
Well you ran to ground as you always do
And then they finally caught up with you
Well they sent you down and Old Smokey was waiting
But pressure groups being what they are these days
You were released after five years at a funny farm
In upstate bankrupt New York
To walk the streets once more
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Take these pearls from an oyster shell
From the depths of the ocean bed
From the bottom of the sea like a wishing well
Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky
Take these stones fashioned into jewels
Like the essence of a half remembered song
From the crust of the earth to the limits of the sky
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Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock
It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock
Determined resolute defiant and strong
Noble and Savage know they belong
In the heart of the city
The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed
From fluid moist lips the benediction's said
You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt
Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built
In the heart of the city
You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
The train home is empty you're the only man alive
You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds
The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds
In the heart of the city
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Standing under the lamplight
In one of the nicer parts of hell
Behold this dreamer with rich red ruby lips
Some pay for the privilege
And some just pay to talk
Because there are many sides to the night
When Father Thames lies sleeping
His ever watchful sons
Divide up the spoils of the day's takings
A woman's work is never ever done
She's a child a slave a teacher and a fool
And then she vanishes from sight
Did no one ever tell you
There are many sides to the night
Standing under the lamplight
Selling perfume sweetcorn and lace
She looks beautiful from a distance
But it's too dark to see her face
I do it for my child alone
And who would say it's just not right
Verily I say unto you
There are many sides to the night
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Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
Sleepwalkers fill the boulevards
Pretty girls and backward boys
All the voices can be heard, an opera of the absurd
Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
We welcome you, we welcome you
The world of chaos far away
As the crowd of mourners said
"Tragedy is nothing new"
Dark as night
Dark as night, dark as the grave
Dark wherein my friend is laid
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I see the valleys, I see the streams
I see the mountains and what's in between
I hear thunder fall from the sky
I see a world lost in your eyes
In my dreams I see you smile
I feel the sun, I want to stay for a while
I hear music just makes me cry
I see a world lost in your eyes
A one horse town, A dirt road
Way in the desert where the cactus grow
I hear you calling me mile after mile
I see a world lost in your eyes
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