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| 1. |
| 3:05 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:28 |
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| 3. |
| 3:29 | 
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Bridges burning gladly
Merging with the shadows, Flickering between the lines. Stolen moments floating softly on the air, Borne on wings of fire and climbing higher. Ancient bonds are breaking, Moving on and changing sides. Dreaming of a new day, Cast aside the other way. Magic visions stirring, Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes. The doorway stands ajar, The walls that once were high. Beyond the gilded cage, Beyond the reach of ties. The moment is at hand. She breaks the golden band. |
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| 4. |
| 3:07 |
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Come on my friends let's make for the hills
They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills You can get your hands on whatever we find 'Cause I'm only coming along for the ride Well you go your way I'll go mine I don't care if we get there on time Everybody's searching for something they say I'll get my kicks on the way Over the mountains across the sea Who knows what may be waiting for me I can sail forever to strange sounding names Faces of people and places don't change All I have to do is just close my eyes To see the sea gulls wheeling in those far distant skies All I wanna tell you all I wanna say Is count me in on the journey Don't expect me to stay |
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| 5. |
| 5:09 |
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Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand 'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in Waiting on the first step Show me where the key is kept Point me down the right line because it's time To let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold 'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash the readies Wot's... uh the deal Got to make it to the next meal Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel Mile after mile stone after stone You turn to speak but you're alone Million miles from home you're on your own So let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold 'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul And I think I'm growing old Fire bright by candle light With her by my side And if she prefers we need never stir again Someone sent the promised land And I grabbed it with both hands Now I'm the man on the inside looking out Hear me shout, "Come on in What's the news, and where you been?" 'Cause there's no wind left in my soul And I've grown old |
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| 6. |
| 4:20 |
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| 7. |
| 4:35 |
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You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too steep. Is your conscience at rest If once put to the test? You awake with a start To just the beating of your heart. Just one man beneath the sky, Just two ears, just two eyes. You set sail across the sea Of long past thoughts and memories. Childhood's end, your fantasies Merge with harsh realities. And then as the sail is hoist, You find your eyes are growing moist. All the fears never voiced Say you have to make your final choice. Who are you and who am I To say we know the reason why? Some are born; some men die Beneath one infinite sky. There'll be war, there'll be peace. But everything one day will cease. All the iron turned to rust; All the proud men turned to dust. And so all things, time will mend. So this song will end. |
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| 8. |
| 4:16 |
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One two three four The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom And talk to yourself as you die Life is a short, warm moment And death is a long cold rest You get your chance to try In the twinkling of an eye Eighty years with luck or even less So all aboard for the American tour And maybe you'll make it to the top And mind how you go and I can tell you 'cos I know you may find it hard to get off But you are the angel of death And I am the dead man's son He was buried like a mole in a fox hole And everyone is still in the run And who is the master of foxhounds And who says the hunt has begun And who calls the tune in the courtroom And who beats the funeral drum The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom And talk to yourself as you die |
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| 9. |
| 4:09 |
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Stay and help me to end the day.
And of you don't mind, We'll break a bottle of wine. Stick around and maybe we'll put one down, Because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes. Midnight blue burning gold. A yellow moon is growing cold. I rise, looking through my morning eyes, Surprised to find you by my side. Rack my brain to try to remember your name To find the words to tell you goodbye. Morning dues. Newborn day. Midnight blue turned to gray. Midnight blue burning gold. A yellow moon is growing cold |
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| 10. |
| 5:54 |
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