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Pick it up. Your voice gets louder every week every week (what?). Your voice gets louder every week (what, what?). Your voice gets louder every week every week (what?).
I remember a girl so very well. The carnival drums all mad in the air. Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell. O where do we go now but nowhere.
With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face. Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass. She's got a house-big heart where we all live. And plead and council and forgive.
Have you given up on passion living day to day. You keep your dreams locked down inside. Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance. Don't wake up one day wishing you tried.
- this crime - for him. - desire - noone. - sees it - nothing. - cleans it - human. - find a - week. - religion - soon to. - see you - call you. - kill you - how can I contribute.
Oh no-there's got to be a better way. Say it again. There's got to be a better way-yeah. What is it good for? (war). . Man has a sense for the discovery of beauty.
Friday night's pay night, guys fresh out of work. Talking about the weekend, scrubbing off the dirt. Some heading home to their families, some looking to get hurt.
Well I've been dreaming. It's rainy days are over. Are over, over!. Rain from the roof. And the stars will fall for you. And all the world. . (instrumental).
I thought we would always be together;. Never be apart.. You said that our love was made in heaven;. And you'd never break my heart.. . But it got hard along the way.
I am the fountain of affection. I'm the instrument of joy. And to keep the good times rolling. I'm the boy, I'm the boy. . You know the world could be our oyster.
Wish I was, yeah, a wild west hero. . Sometimes I look up high and then I think there might. Just be a better life. Away from all we know that's where I wanna go.
You've got me all tied up to the whipping tree. But, oh, my friend, I'm just glad to be in love again. My dear, it's queer, I know low and I know fear.
Baby, I know you hate it when I call you that. But it's the only word that half describes. The way you're acting tonight. . And at the restaurant. Where all your ghosts still haunt.