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Take a walk down by, take a walk down by the river
There's a lot that you, there's a lot that you can learn
If you've got a mind that's open, if you've got a heart that yearns

If you listen to, if you listen to the water
You will hear the sound, you will hear the sound of life


There's a million different voices, there is happiness and strife

Message in the deep, from a strange eternal sleep
That is waiting there, that is waiting there for you
Like hidden treasure

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If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest, was
The low spark of high-heeled boys

If you had just a minute to breathe
And they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something sim'lar as this?
Don't worry too much It'll happen to you
As sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest, was
The low spark of high-heeled boys (heeled boys)

If I gave you everything that I owned
And asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride
And strip me of everything, including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys (heeled boys)

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Sitting in a transit all night long
Playing clubs and rocking right on
The road's much too long since I've been wasting my time
Wish I was home again sipping my wine

And I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone
I don't care, it's where I'm from
I'm on the road again

LA to London is a mighty long time
Eight hours flying can bring you down
Sitting near a suit who's a red-neck going,
Eyes are moving but there's no life showing

And I'm gone, gone, gone, I don't care
'Cause I'm gone, gone, gone
I don't care, it's where I'm from
I'm on the road again

Now that I'm home again, things are much better
Biding my time with my little go-getter
No matter what they say, no matter what they do,
Gonna end up in the middle of that rock and roll stew
Gone, gone, gone...

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Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow

Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river


And together we melt like the snow

Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well
If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know
Then together we flow like the river
Then together we melt like the snow

A few more miles to go
Miles to freedom

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Sometimes I feel like I'm fading awayYou're looking at me, I've got nothing to sayDon't make me angry with the games that you playEither light up or leave me alone
You walk in my room, you lie in my bedYou open your mouth, shoot someone deadAll of a sudden you're inside my headEither light up or leave me alone

Spending my bread like it grew on a treeYou're trying to tell me 'bout the birds and the beesThe skirt that you're wearing is way past your kneesEither light up or leave me alone
You're up all night preaching your mindCome home in the morning with your latest findI'm gonna have to lay it to you straight on the lineEither light up or leave me alone

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Rainmaker, rainmakerThe sky is gray just by the touch of your handRainmaker, rainmakerMake me some rain, make all my crops grow tall

Rainmaker, rainmakerThe sky is gray, the ground is so hardIt's been cracked by the sun Rainmaker, you know my work's never done

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