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| 2:20 | 
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| 2. |
| 4:22 | 
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I wish I was a willow
And I could sway to the music in the wind And I wish I was a lover I wouldn't need my costumes and pretend I wish I was a mountain I'd pass boldly thru the clouds and never end I wish I was a soft refrain When the lights were out I'd play and be your friend I strut and fret my hour upon the stage The hour is up I have to run and hide my rage I'm lost again I think I'm really scared I won't be back at all this time And have my deepest secrets shared I'd like to be a willow A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain But I'd hate to be a grown-up And have to try to bear my life in pain I wish I was a soft refrain When the lights were out I'd play and be your friend I strut and fret my hour upon the stage The hour is up I have to run and hide my rage I'm lost again I think I'm really scared I won't be back at all this time And have my deepest secrets shared I'd like to be a willow A lover, a mountain or a soft refrain But I'd hate to be a grown-up And have to try to bear my life in pain |
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| 3. |
| 4:36 |
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You make me laugh
Cause your eyes they light the night They look right through me You bashful boy You're hiding something sweet Please give it to me yeah, to me Talk to me some more You don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all rhyme You are a genie All I ask for is your smile Each time I rub the lamp When I am with you I have a giggling teen-age crush Then I'm a sultry vamp Talk to me some more You don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all right So once again It's time to say so long And so recall the cull of life You're going home now Home's that place somewhere you go each day To see your wife Talk to me some more You don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all rhyme |
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| 4. |
| 3:52 |
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Sometimes these hands get so clumsy
That I drop things and people laugh Sometimes these hands seem so graceful I can see them signin' autographs What I want to know from you When you hear my plea Do you like or love Either or both of me Do you like or love Either or both of me Sometimes this face looks so funny That I hide it behind a book But sometimes this face has so much class That I have to sneak a second look Sometimes this life gets so empty That I become afraid Then I remember you're in it And I think I might still have it made |
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| 5. |
| 3:29 |
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| 1. |
| 3:55 |
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Oh mommy mommy
Oh mommy mommy, yeah I stood too near the gaslight And I cried The dirty city mist Had seeped too deep inside It took me on some kind Of heady ride They told me Charlie Parker died And I don't want the night to end And I don't want the night to end Oh daddy daddy Oh daddy daddy Waiting half my life On platforms underground The other half I wasted As a desperate clown My problem now is That you're not around In dark delicious dreams of you I'll drown And I don't want the night to end Oh baby baby Oh baby baby Wrapped around your soul Is where I wanna be But in the night blue music's All I seem to see The drunks out in the rain Down on one knee And what is to become Of you and me And I don't want the night to end |
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| 2. |
| 4:15 |
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We see these manifold expressions
All at once on his face And that's when we make our confession He has conquered inner space Take your children home I am one, I am one Take your children and tell them All the peoples of the world Should be as one So take your children home I am one He kept on tickling us until We laughed screamingly for mercy And we marveled at his skill He said I'm glad you didn't curse me He might be my demise Cause he's such a good magician I'd like to get behind his eyes And sing and cry from that position |
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| 3. |
| 5:50 |
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And I watched the world surround me
From inside a phone booth And it began to astound me I tried to keep my couth I said it must be Sunday 'Cause ev'rybody's tellin' the truth And then again it might be Monday Yeah it might be Monday 'Cause ev'rybody's drinkin' vermouth She lent her hand At the kissing stand But she gave 'em away for free With an acid joke and a box of smoke She can barely see She drives her bus at dusk With headlights off And headphones up And for tomorrow She has planned a shopping spree There's a man who loved so hard He was like a billboard grin He toasted life and beauty 'Til his head began to spin He pressed his cheek On rainwashed streets And he wept into his gin Reincarnation And he came back as himself again December thirty-first Is the very worst time of the year You got to think of people That you like enough To share your beer Just when you're having fun It's January one And you wait for explanations To appear |
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| 4. |
| 2:57 |
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There'll be no show tonight
No the music won't sound right The audience is being impolite And I can't act tonight Don't make me And I can't act tonight I guess I missed my cue, yeah When he said we were through He walked off stage With some ingenue And all I can act is blue I really mean it And no stand-in will do Take back your Oscar Your horseshoe made of flowers You'll find me down At the local pool hall Tying up the phone for hours Who could have guessed how He'd rewrite the script For me, yeah I might be Sarah Heartburn But I can't cover up this jealousy And I can't cover up this jealousy Let me fly again soon And give me back my toy balloon He's got me grounded In my dressing room And he's got me grounded In my dressing room |
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| 5. |
| 3:20 |
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