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Don't know where to run to,
Don't know where to hide. See my future coming, Like the rising of the tide. But I lost you, Lost you woman. The only woman, Woman who was my kind. Made me lose my money, You made me lose my mind. It's people like you, baby, Don't you rule mankind. But I lost you, Lost you woman. The only woman, Woman who was my kind. But if you come back, I won't be the same. What you did to me, You can hardly call humane. But I lost you, But I still love you. The only woman, Woman who was my kind |
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| 2. |
| 2:25 |
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Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Cars and girls are easy come by in this day and age laughing joking drinking smoking till I've spent my wage. When I was young people spoke of immorality all the things they said were wrong are what I want to be. Over under sideways down. Hey, backwards forwards square and 'round. Over under sideways down. Hey, backwards forwards square and round. When will it end, when will it end. Hey! Hey! I find comment 'bout my looks irrelativity think I'll go and have some fun 'cos it's all for free I'm not searching for a reason to enjoy myself seems it's better done than argued with somebody else. Over under sideways down. Hey, backwards forwards square and round. Over under sideways down. Hey, backwards forwards square and round. When will it end, when will it end. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Over under sideways down... |
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| 3:05 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) I'm searching for my baby, Well I think I'm gonna cry. I'm searching for my baby, I think I'm gonna cry, yeah. I can't find that woman, No matter how hard I try. Well I've got myself a car, And the thing is painted blue. Well I've got myself a car, And that thing is painted blue. But no matter what's done to me baby, I guess I'll always be blue. I got a hundred and fifty things, Now all I gotta find is you. I got a hundred and fifty things, Now all I gotta find is you. And if the Nazz don't help me baby, You better forget about me too. |
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| 2:27 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) I can't make your way. Silly men, they all get worried, Live their life so worthlessly, Troubled, bothered, flustered, hurried, They should take a look at me. Taxman, rentman, they all chase me, I ain't home when they come round. Got no money, live my life free, That's the best way, I have found. I can't make your way. I can't make your way. I can't make your way. Is that me I hear you calling? Do I hear you call my name? It ain't me that will be falling, Ten years time, I'll be the same. I can't make your way. I can't make your way. I can't make your way. I can't make your way. I can't make your way. |
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| 3:16 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) Baby I got a problem, Don't know what to do. Baby I got a problem, I don't know what to do. Can't find the words to describe you, woman, None I got will do. I gonna search a dictionary, I find new words to use. Gonna search a dictionary, Find new words to use. Woman you defy me, Ain't no words to choose. Baby I'm rackin' my mind, Baby I'm rackin' my mind, Now I can't [ ?]. Baby rackin' my mind, I can't find, Any words. Tell me woman, Got a hold on my mind. My, my, my, my, my, mind, You sure are the strangest kind. Got no words for you baby, Ain't no words I can find. Now I know what to call you, Know what to call you, baby. I know what to call you, Know what to call you, You're the world's worst woman, The devil ever made. Now I know you baby, Now I know you girl, Now I know you baby, [You find some other guy ?] I know baby, I sure raise my eye. |
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| 1:31 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) Looking at the world around, For the very first time. Never seen it all before, Hope it's not all mine. On Monday morning all alone, I woke within my house of stone. I ventured forth unto the day, These things I saw upon my way. Trees and flowers were wrapped around, With people's castoffs on the ground. Roads and noise of glass and steel, And people snared within the wheel. Tuesday looked into the sky, Where birds in peace were left to fly. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed, I watched the world as people dashed. Friday's sadness began to creep, Upon me like the deepest sleep. It seemed that only I could see, Just what my world would finally be. On Sunday back inside my room, I draw the blinds, 'tis afternoon. I let my mind find its own ways, Farewell to future days. |
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| 2:58 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) Meeting people along my way, Seemingly alone one day, But the reality of things, That my dreaming always brings. Happenings ten years time ago, Situations we really know, But the knowing is in the mind, Sinking deep into the well of time. Sinking deep into the well of time. Walking in the room I see, Things that mean a lot to me. Why they do I never know, Memories don't strike me so. Memories don't strike me so. It seems to me I've been here before, The sounds I heard, and the sights I saw. Was it real, was it in my dreams? I need to know what it all means. Happenings ten years time ago, Situations we really know, But the knowing is in the mind, Sinking deep into the well of time. Sinking deep into the well of time. |
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| 1:50 |
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(Yardbirds)
Pennsylvania snow is pretty thick, Michigan ain't where I get my kicks. Texas is fine but it gets too hot, And New York City's not a place to stop. New Orleans is the home of the blues, But California's my home with Mary Hughes. Down in Mississippi I'm told is nice, And all the meals there, they come with rice. Oregon and Iowa are not for me, The Colorado mountains are something you must see. But back in California there's nothing to lose, 'Cos everything's swinging there with Mary Hughes. |
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| 2:40 | 
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| 2:26 |
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| 11. |
| 2:15 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) You're looking my way, That's good to see. Well how I'm thinking, Is it really me. You'll give me something, That [lights up all?] It can't be just my, My eyes you call. I'd like to get to know you, sure, And take this thing just one step more, And find out just what it's all for, But he's always there. You're fixing my eyes, With a constant gaze. It could really have me, In an utter daze. Come a little closer, He's not to see, There's something going, Between you and me. I'd like to get to know you, sure, And take this thing just one step more, And find out just what it's all for, But he's always there. I'd like to get to know you, sure, And take this thing just one step more, And find out just what it's all for, But he's always there. He's always there. He's always there. He's always there. ... repeat to fade |
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| 12. |
| 3:06 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) ah-ah-ah...... How your restless hungry eyes, Speak of cloudy summer skies. The morning dew, Turns into rain, Lonely winds will call my name. Dying leaves of seasons brown, Losing life as they drift down. Too soon in life, Return to earth, Only they can know their worth. Distant dreams of things to be, Wandering thoughts that can't be free. I feel my mind, Turning away, To the darkness of my day. |
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| 3:23 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) I want somebody here to tell me why, There's always smoke up in the sky. Please don't make me want to cry, Detail has not been seen. Summer trees should all be green, Plain and green as they have been, Sun don't ever change the scene, Please never let them die. What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? Sounds which soar above my ears, Will naturally precede in years, They only cause a flood of tears, I want to turn and run. Don't need someone to make my fun, Only need to see the sun, I will not go and cause harm, I cannot think that way. What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? Sit spellbound by a flickering screen, Watch the ever changing scenes, Listen to the rising screams, Of children of today. Lock your doors and stay within, Upon your face the stupid grins, Penalty for unrealised sins, Committed on your way. What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? What do you want? |
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| 2:03 |
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(Chris Dreja / Jim McCarty / Jeff Beck
/ Keith Relf / Paul Samwell-Smith) Ever since the world began, Satan's followed every man. Trapping evil if he can, I tell you now his greatest plan. Invented when I cannot tell, Defied the thoughts of man so well. Man wants money for his need, But soon it sows its evil seed. Unhappiness it only brings, As man wants more and better things. If not enough the evil lies, But soon you'll find somebody dies. Throughout the years there have been wars, Power and richness have been the cause. Trapped in money's evil net, Man wants more than he can get. You don't need money. No, no, no, no, You don't need money. No, no, no, no, You don't need money. ... etc. It'll never bring you love, No more than the sun above. You'll never see the end, The money you will surely spend. But ask for help if you sin, Reclaim yourself, what a state you're in. The devil has you in his grasp, There ain't no mercy you can ask. More and more you will need, You're strangled in the clutch of greed. You can't get out, no place to go, You sold your soul - the answer's no! |
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