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Another Year
Leo Sayer & Frank Farrell. oh it's twelve o'clock. on the old grey wall. yet another year. '75 is here. I hear all the people celebrating. it's another year.
An Englishman In The Usa
Leo Sayer & Les Davidson. rambling 'round your city streets. I feel no earth beneath my feet. and I feel my life. is crumbling into, into the sea. but I can't swim.
Almost Fine
Just when I thought I caught a break. My label goes outta' business. What kinda' shit is that? Huh?. What kinda' shit is that? Damn. . Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Aisle 10 (hello Allison)
Uh-huh. Ooh, ooh. Yeah, heh. (We need some help on aisle 10). . I see you at my job. (Uh-huh). You carrying yourself so well. (So well). I made myself a promise.
A Letter
The letters you have sent me, Have only just arrived. And now I am reminded of when you were alive. This weight in my chest falls once more,. With the parcel that fate had placed at my door,.
Astronaut
I am an astronaut falling through the night. I am an astronaut lost beyond your sight. I am an astronaut letting go and holding tight. I am an astronaut just don't ask me why.
All I Want For Christmas Is My Methadone
All I want for Christmas is my methadone. All I want for Christmas is to be left alone. All I want for Christmas is a free ride home. All I want for Christmas is heart to turn to stone.
A Friend
Where is the friend when I need them most?. Can't do the talk we all tired of get close. Counting the seconds that I look up to you. In both hands a drink while I wait for the queue.
Apathy Kills
If apathies going to kill them their dead. If words were going to kill me I'd keep my head. Above all the noise and it hurts me so fiercely. But I know you're a part of it I want to start.
Ants In My Pants
Stress can breed a psychopath. You're all that calms me down. I forget that I'm a mess when you're around. Please can you be home tonight. Say its not over yet.
Anarchy, My Dear
Anarchy, your wish is my command. I'll free the atom from it's cell. And place it in your hand. Reach beneath my coat of winter fat. And tear my beating heart out.
An Orgy Of Critics
Sweep the black super market. Sweep it up with your teeth. Put your feather in a box. (Take off, take off). Send it off to me. . I smell oxygen, precious.
An Insult To The Dead
Failure is angular, it isn't circle shaped, every fucked mistake I made. When I abandoned her and with my wand like sex, I cast a horrid hex. I laid a curse on her, a curse on her.
All This Fashion
All the pretty boys you call. Wont keep you warm at all when winter hits the fall. Hair doth not a lover make. Your gentle lashes shake. Your dainty ankles quake.
All My Friends
They're turning away from me. Backstabbing places they roam. My friends are just neighbors. That steal from me when I'm not home. I am so damn trusting I do not see their malice.
All Choked Up
Thank God I don't think out loud. Too many thoughts in my head right now. Mostly concerning the moonlight. And it's dance across your neck. I'm out of practice...and you smell like roses..
Alive With The Glory Of Love
When I watch you, wanna do you. Right where you're standing, yeah. Right on the foyer, on this dark day. Right in plain view, oh yeah. . Of the whole ghetto, the boot-stomped meadows.
Ahhhhh...men
Staring out the window of our tour bus. And it's just the horny driver and us. Sit and trade wit and smoke and we cuss. Talking 'bout our friendly border drug bust.
A Year Ago
There's no face that looks at me. With eyes that recognize. I'm a man in no man's land. A tree in open sea. . There's a form that looks at me. I can't recall it's form.
Admit It
Admit it. Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance. And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs. You know nothing about art or sex. That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine.
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