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I just stepped outside of a dream
Nothing ever is as it seems
The wind keeps whistling the same old tune
You lay asleep in the light of the moon
So silently I peered through the trees
My misery was in her beauty
Her hair hung long and her eyes were closed
Every moment she stole my soul
I'm in the forest so rare and devine
This is the place where you lose your mind
From all of the feelings that are making you blue
You'll never know how much I... You
And she awoke and walked downstream
Stuck outside of that same old dream
I need to leave but my minds intrigued
Follow close as she does to me
Out of the forest to the church's gate
By her grave she awaits her fate
My only crime was to want too much
I could look but I could not touch
I'm in the forest so rare and devine
This is the place where you lose your mind
From all of the feelings that are making you blue
You'll never know how much I... You
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Don't think you're the first
In the whole universe
To follow your heart
Or gaze at the stars
To stare at the night
To the clear daylight
Don't think you're the first
In the whole universe
To feel sorrow or shame
As you walk in the rain
Do I love you?
Yes I love you or I wouldn't tell you
So don't think you're the first
In the whole universe
To be caught in the act
Numbered and wrecked
Put in your place
Made to feel like a fake
Don't think you're the first
In the whole universe
To be untouched by the time
Think you're one of the kind
Do I love you?
Yes I love you or i wouldn't tell you
So don't think you're the first
Don't think you're the first
In the whole universe
To dance with the light
From the meak to the might
As the birds in the trees
Sing their sweet melodies
Don't think you're the first
In the whole universe
To hear a thousand violins
As the trial begins
Do I love you?
Yes I love you or I wouldn't tell you
So don't think you're the last
To be tied to the mast
While you watch from afar
As your world falls apart
You hang on for help
But the rest help themselves
Don't think you're the last
To be tied to the past
While you future's controled
While the present untold
Do I love you?
Yes I love you or I wouldn't tell you
So don't think you're the first
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I had a girl her name was Leizah
She had only one desire
To walk the cobbled streets alone
Heading anywhere but home
With .... as her close companion
His dire .... went hand in hand with
All the men that she has owned
Leaves their silver but keeps their gold
So lawyers doctors please beware
Of that girl with wavy hair
She will cut you down to size
Reveal the truth behind your disguise
Leizah, just pass by her
Now your standing empty handed
Leizah you can't despise her
She'll change your look
She'll have you hooked
The city slips as she's arriving
Tongue tied and twisted was her timing
Her eyes glazed in deep despair
Those crocodile tears they don't care
Don't turn your back cause she'll be gone
Chasing shadows in the sun
All along the dusty road
Where she goes, well we'll never know
And every time I think of Leizah
I break down and I start crying
Although she tore me apart
There's still a place for that girl in my heart
Leizah, just pass by her
Now your standing empty handed
Leizah you can't despise her
She'll change your look
She'll have you hooked
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Talkin' gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Talkin' gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Gotta have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse
Saw the bullfighter's last stand
I've been drinkin' dust
I've been kickin' cans
All my family, they went home
Let me in Portugal, all alone
Thought I saw that caravan
But it was just a car park man
Said to me as I stood in line
There's nothing in the world as sad as time
Well if nothing comes to nothing
Then what's the point?
I sat right down and I built my joint
Flat caps they just pass me by
The dust pneumonia left me dry
Talkin' gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Talking gypsy market blues
I was too late but I never got to choose
Three days later when I awoke,
My dust filled lungs could hardly cope
Realised I was not alone
I was in the old car park man's home
Looked out the window at the local scenes
On the ledge were some grilled sardines
Then through the door in came the maid
Said maria was her name
Long dark hair and copper skin
Washed away my seven sins
Said senor what's this bad news
Told her of my gypsy blues
Maria laughed and said you're cute
You don't need no gypsy boots
Picked myself up off the floor
I don't need them boots no more
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A secret kiss
Reminded me of what I miss
Some kind of forgotten bliss
On this summers eve
Though the seasons deceive
Curled up by honesty
You still make me believe
Is this the rock
That your daring me to cross
Down the river to the docks
That's where we'll meet
Where the pale .... creeps
Into her majesty
You still make me believe
So far away
So far away
Can't get away
So far away
But that's alright
But that's alright
Jewels and pearls
And all the wonders of the world
Mean nothing until I return
In time for tea
Sit on my settee
Lost in my memories
You still make me believe
You make me believe
You make me believe
You make me believe
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Saw myself through another's eyes
What did I see to my surprise
Nuts and bolts and rows of shops
Black crow nights and chimney tops
And one too many sad songs
Bible black and captain cat
Keeps the world inside his hat
With deep dry wells
And cockled shells
He holds his wife beneath his paws
10, 9, 8
7, 6, 5, 4
and 3, 2 many 1-t her
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His family taught him right from wrong
With local tales and children's songs
Sunday school was his shelter
With his friends Joe and Walter
Now those days seem far away
An empty swing where he once played
Now Bill's grown so fat and bold
He never thought that he'd grow old
And everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
His sales job it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs
Documents and labelled racks
His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
And waits in for the meter man
And everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
If he could be that boy again
Another day, another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of place
His family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on their new telly
A news flash came, then it said
Bill McCai was just found dead
No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again
And we say...
Bye bye Bill McCai
Bye bye Bill McCai
Bye bye Bill McCai
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Rain rain go away
Leave me here alone again
Where weary eyes and Holly's tales
Play heavy on my mind
Rain rain don't dismay
Come back on a better day
Where weary eyes and Holly's tales
I've left them all behind.
Some say I'm a fool
See me on a beggar's stool
But all my truths are left alone
My secrets have been told
Rain rain go away
Come back on a better day
When all my lies are gone
And all my burdens have been sold
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Don't put your heart in careless hands
Those careless hands they don't understand
Sugar and spice and all things nice
You won't think twice about sacrifice
You'll put your heart in careless hands
Those careless hands they don't understand
They lift you up and they'll put you down
Have you running around this one horse town
Those careless hands
Won't understand
Those careless hands
Don't warm your hands in his cold heart
Cos his cold heart won't play that part
Choice was yours to hesitate
Threw his line and you took the bait
And warmed your hands in his cold heart
But his cold heart won't play that part
Open your eyes and look around
Any chance they get they'll put you down
With careless hands
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Every day I recognize
What's deceased and what's alive
But don't repeat what I just said
Until boulders turn to lead
Then all the tales will be told
Whilst you and I are in the cold
But don't think this is the end
Cos it's just begun my friend
And when it's done
And all this is gone
Just find a feeling pass it on
For every tear cried in shame
There'll be someone else to blame
And every crime that I commit
There'll be a punishment to fit
But I'd accept what's coming round
If I could only lose this sound
That's been ringing in my ears
And tormenting me for years
When it's done
And all of this is gone
Just find a feeling pass it on
And when it's done
And all of this is gone
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find a feeling pass it on
Just find a feeling pass it on
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All of our love we give to you
Can you see what we see
Can we see it too?
All of our hate we give to you
Can you do what what we do
Can we do it too?
All of our joy we give to you
Can you say what we say
Can we say it too?
All of our pain we give to you
Can you be what we be
Can we be it too?
All of our love
We give it to you
All of our hate
We give you that too
All of our pain
We give you that too
All of our love
All of our hate
All of our joy
All of our pain
Love
Hate
Joy
Pain
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On this here street where I do sit
Lives a man we can't forgive
His felony was jealousy
An impossible personality
And if you think it's you then let me know
He wasn't rich, he wasn't poor
Though how he longed for so much more
At night he dreamed of buccaneers
Pirate ships and privateers
And if you think it's you then let me know
His window was his favourite seat
For watching history repeat
Was he cursed or was he blessed
In the end well he confessed
And if you think it's you then let me know
This is what he said...
The warning signs
Are on my wall
There's no feelin' anymore
Has it always been like this?
Signed and sealed without a kiss
Well I know it's there
It's just something that I missed
And through the tears of madness
Souvenirs of sadness
Is all he sees, all he sees
So how do I begin to end this tale?
Of a time when all was well
And he'd laze on summer days
Down by the lake
Where the seagulls play
What a way
To waste his days
Who is to blame?
Have I been framed
Who is to blame
Have I been framed
For the death of these days?
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