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| 2. |
| 25:20 |
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| 8:46 |
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| 4. |
| 0:55 |
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Wicked josie rode away In the sunset covered sky A lynching mob had strung his friend up Right before his eyes He didn't know what they'd both done He sure as hell would end up one A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun If he didn't move on Get out of here The sheriff followed josie's journey )from kansas in the west He said he'd put a bullet right Through poor old josie's chest But josie wasn't like the rest He don't like bullet holes in his vest In fact he'd do his very best Don't want any arrest Don't want to be the guest Of the sheriff The nights got so damned cold He couldn't stand the pace He looked again for sheriff's men But couldn't see the chase Josie found a nice warm place But then the sheriff solved the case Hoped to find josie's face And said lookie here... Sheriff rode him into town With josie look inside He didn't know about the six-gun Wicked josie had Then josie drew his gun real fast Gave the sheriff one big blast And josie was a song at last A legend from the past Nobody ever messed with the sheriff |
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| 6. |
| 6:23 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
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| 1. |
| 12:18 |
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| 2. |
| 16:53 |
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| 3. |
| 18:15 |
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| 3:41 |
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| 2. |
| 2:53 |
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And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon england's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god On england's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was jerusalem builded here Among these dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built jerusalem In england's green and pleasant land. |
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| 3. |
| 7:25 |
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| 4. |
| 30:44 |
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| 5. |
| 2:17 |
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| 6. |
| 4:13 |
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Jeremy bender was a man of leisure, took his pleasure in the evening sun
Laid him down in a bed of roses, finally decided to become a nun. Talk with the sister, spoke in a whisper, threatened to fist her if she Didn't come clean Jumped on the mother just like a brother asked one another if the other is A queen. Diggin' the sister she was a mister shouldn't have kissed her, but he Couldn't say no Wanted to leave her couldn't believe her, so he picked up his suit-case and Decided to go. |
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| 7. |
| 5:34 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 8. |
| 3:08 |
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Do you want to be an angel,
Do you want to be a star, Do you want to play some magic on my guitar? Do you want to be a poet, Do you want to be my string? You could be anything. Do you want to be the lover of another Undercover? you could even be the man on the moon. Do you want to be the player, Do you want to be the string? Let me just tell you something, It just don't mean a thing. You see it really doesn't matter When you're buried in disguise By the dark glass on your eyes, Though your flesh has crystalised; Still .... you turn me on. Do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head, Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed? Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; Create a scene. Every day a little sadder, A little madder, Someone get me a ladder. Do you want to be the singer, Do you want to be the song? Let me tell you something You just couldn't be more wrong. You see i really have to tell you That it all gets so intense. )from my experience It just doesn't seem to make sense, Still .... you turn me on. |
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| 9. |
| 2:46 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| Disc 4 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 14:49 |
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| 2. |
| 3:13 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 3. |
| 21:49 |
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| 4. |
| 4:34 |
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| 5. |
| 10:25 |
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| 4:02 |
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| 2. |
| 3:08 |
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And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon england's mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god On england's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was jerusalem builded here Among these dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built jerusalem In england's green and pleasant land. |
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| 3. |
| 7:48 |
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| 4. |
| 30:38 |
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| 5. |
| 4:40 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 6. |
| 3:02 |
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Do you want to be an angel,
Do you want to be a star, Do you want to play some magic on my guitar? Do you want to be a poet, Do you want to be my string? You could be anything. Do you want to be the lover of another Undercover? you could even be the man on the moon. Do you want to be the player, Do you want to be the string? Let me just tell you something, It just don't mean a thing. You see it really doesn't matter When you're buried in disguise By the dark glass on your eyes, Though your flesh has crystalised; Still .... you turn me on. Do you want to be the pillow where i lay my head, Do you want to be the feathers lying in my bed? Do you want to be a colour cover magazine; Create a scene. Every day a little sadder, A little madder, Someone get me a ladder. Do you want to be the singer, Do you want to be the song? Let me tell you something You just couldn't be more wrong. You see i really have to tell you That it all gets so intense. )from my experience It just doesn't seem to make sense, Still .... you turn me on. |
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| 7. |
| 3:02 |
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He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
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| 8. |
| 11:51 |
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| 1. |
| 2:38 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 2. |
| 18:22 |
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| 3. |
| 4:05 |
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| 4. |
| 9:34 |
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| 5. |
| 24:06 |
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| 1. |
| 3:15 |
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| 2. |
| 4:11 |
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| 3. |
| 17:47 |
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| 4. |
| 3:11 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 5. |
| 5:00 |
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| 6. |
| 1:13 |
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| 7. |
| 2:52 |
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Just take a pebble and cast it to the sea,
Then watch the ripples that unfold into me, My face spill so gently into your eyes, Disturbing the waters of our lives. Shread of our memories are lying on your grass; Wounded words of laughter are graveyards of the past. Photographs are grey and torn, scattered in your fields Letters of your mem'ries are not real. Sadness on your shoulders like a wornout overcoat In pockets creased and tattered hang the rags of your hope. The daybreak is your midnight; the colours have all died. Disturbing the waters of our lives, of our lives, of our lives, lives, lives, lives... Of our lives. |
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| 8. |
| 4:16 |
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C"est La Vie Have your leaves all turned to brown
이것이 인생입니다.. 당신의 물든 단풍잎들을 가지고 있나요? Will you scatter them around you 당신주위에 그것들을 뿌릴건가요? C"est La Vie Do you love 이것이 인생입니다.. 사랑을 하나요? And then how am I to know 그리고 그런다음 어떻게 나는 알까요? If you don"t let your love show for me 만약 당신이 내게 보여줄 당신을 사랑을 보내지 않는다면. C"est La Vie C"est La Vie, C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다 이것이 인생입니다 이것이 인생입니다. Who knows,who cares for me 누가 알까요? 누가 날 걱정 할까요? C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다 In the night 밤에.. Do you light a lover"s fire 당신은 연인의 열정을 밝히나요? Do the ashes of desire for you remain 갈망의 재들이 당신을 위해서 남겨져있나요? Like the sea There"s a live too deep to show 바다와같이.. 삶이 있답니다.. 보여주기엔 너무 깊은 Took a storm before my live flowed for you 태풍을 갖고있어요 나의 인생이 당신을위해 흐르기 전에.. C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다 Like a song Out of tune and out of time 노래와 같이 음을벗어나고, 시간에서 벗어나요 All I needed was a rhymw for you 난 당신을 위한 리듬 밖에 필요없습니다 C"est La Vie Do you give 이것이 인생입니다.. 당신은 주나요? Do you live from day to day 하루하루 살아가나요? Is there no song I can play for you 내가 당신을 위해 연주할 곡은 없나요? C"est La Vie 이것이 인생입니다. Oh~~ C"est La Vie. 오~~ 그것이 인생이겠지 Oh~~ C"est La Vie. 오~~ 그것이 인생이겠지 Who knows, who cares for me? 누군가 내게 마음 기울이는 것을 C"est La Vie. 오~~ 그것이 인생이겠지. |
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| 2:28 |
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He had white horses
And ladies by the score All dressed in satin And waiting by the door Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was White lace and feathers They made up his bed A gold covered mattress On which he was laid Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was He went to fight wars For his country and his king Of his honor and his glory The people would sing Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was A bullet had found him His blood ran as he cried No money could save him So he laid down and he died Ooooh, what a lucky man he was Ooooh, what a lucky man he was |
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| 4:30 |
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| 4:30 |
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Keys - I play 'em all with ease - Freeze! Your shakin' at the knees You're doin' somethin' drastic - chasin' the fantastic... To dine with tigers in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Man - living in a can - skippin' with a suit-case Frail - living in a gale - slipping on a blue face Claws - are scratching at the doors - Pause: If you don't lose your oars You're trippin' on a shoe lace - racin' to each new place... To screw your shadow in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? Sun - help me when I run - bleedin' from the moonlight Nurse - help me with a verse - I need to sing the tune right Days - I wasted in the maze - Raise your eyes above the ways To keep a silver spoon bright - fly up to balloon height... To ride the spotlight in the sky But did you ever stop to wonder why? |
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| 4:10 |
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Good night
Good night Look at that moon shine so bright And tonight he smiles especially for you Sleep tight Sleep tight You know everything is alright And tonight I'll be here watching over you For tonight I'll be here watching over you Tonight I'll be here watching over you Sweet dreams Sweet dreams It is never as real as it seems And in the morning when you wake up I'll be right here Sleep on Sleep on For no matter how dark or long It may seem that your night is I'll be still be here I'll still be here watching Watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through Oh~ So be still Be still For you know that I always will Tonight and forever Be watching over you For tonight and forever be watching over you So sleep little darling Sleep on through I will be watching over you |
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| 4. |
| 3:30 |
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| 13:07 |
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| 6. |
| 14:37 |
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