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| 1. |
| 3:03 | 
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Practice makes perfect, yes I can prove it
Business or pleasure, the more that you do it Please dress in your best things, this course was unplanned 'Cause you see up in my bedroom I've got Sarah Bernhardt's hand Practice makes perfect, I've done this bef |
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| 2. |
| 0:28 |
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What is this feeling called love?
What is this crazy thing I can't explain anyhow? What is this feeling called love? What is this crazy scene I can't work out anyhow? Maybe I should try it now Or maybe I should be shy of it now 'Cause there's nothing you know that can explain it And there's nothing you know that's worth the pain of it What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I can't work out no how? What is this feeling called love? What is this thing I don't understand no how? Gimme love |
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| 3. |
| 1:23 |
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Think of a number
divide it by two, something is nothing nothing is nothing Open a box tear off the lid then think of a number don't think of an answer Open your eyes think of a number don't get swept under a number's a number A chance encunter you want to avoid the inevitable, so you do, oh yes you do t he impossible Now you ain't got a number you just want to rhumba and there ain't no way you're gonna go under Go under |
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| 4. |
| 2:19 |
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Mist closing in, getting thicker
One drops out, becoming quicker Lights grow dim, they glimmer The chances smaller, the odds are slimmer Dot dash, dip flash, don't crash Loosening my grip Be sure to tread carefully Steering a passage Finding a line Cross to comply, crossply Progressive acceleration, skidding but the expression Remains pan, radiators for all Radial, I'm still in control, I understand, a hand, a hand moved me Driven by self-propulsion Turning right across the stream The risks increased with sustained leisure Courting death, so ill at... .ease |
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| 5. |
| 2:26 |
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Natural splits sunburn jets price marks smart bets
Strikers luck pitch backs heap tips pit slacks Dressed pints demon shrinks bread drunk dead drinks Stretch clubs models box draw skin black shocks Money spines paper lung kidney bingos organ fun Flag stun |
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| 6. |
| 1:13 |
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Start to move
Time at hand Bird in hand No bush but trees thicken Which now, rooster or chicken? Leave the past Feel the wrench Smell the stench Was good, but flesh soon rots Emotions, we all got spots Please believe me I still do care Please believe me I'm just not there |
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| 7. |
| 0:41 |
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It's true darling, I'll walk you home
I'll be your date forever I love you girl, I love you Until they split the atom So many times, there's nothing left There's nothing left at all I know I'm right, cause when you're gone There's nothing left at all Left right, salute |
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| 8. |
| 0:53 |
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In an act of contrition
I lay down by your side It's not your place to comment On my state of distress For this is for real I've tears in my eyes Am I laughing or crying? I suggest I'm not lying I haven't found a measure yet to Calibrate my displeasure yet so To ignore my warning Could be your folly The judgment is harsh I offer no plea Valuing the vengeance which you treasure I've redefined the meaning of vendetta The procession's disordered You protect your possessions In light of your actions I question your love May I make an observation Your bite is worse than my aggression I should have known better I should have known better Than to become a target Albeit a target which moves No offer of terms or concessions For statements or confessions You don't feel warm I pass close by You shiver, I whisper Excuse me, what's your problem? Oh, I see I should have known better |
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| 9. |
| 1:17 |
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Sitting in a surgeon's world, a surgeon's will
A surgeon's girl with me Standing on a river bed, where weeds can be I'm on my knee, to you I've seen in glossy mags I've seen you and you see me I've seen you and you see me Said you weren't a tuna fish, put in a tin They're very big, Ha Ha I've seen in glossy mags I've seen you and you see me I've seen you and you see me |
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| 10. |
| 3:47 |
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I was sold up the river to the red slave trade
The stores were gathered, the plans were laid Synchronised watches at 18:05 How many dead or alive In 1955 The pink flags was screaming Bugle boys sucked and blew No time for confessions, orders given Books were cooked, on the 4th of the 3rd How many seen or heard On the 12th of the 3rd How many dead or alive |
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| 0:49 | 
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| 12. |
| 0:44 |
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You have nothing to fear
I'm just making enquiries Dog bone hunting Gives you back to yourself Standing before me The gargoyle turns Jutting jaws and The stubble burns I shift the blame To the worm in the bottle I shift the blame To anyone standing before |
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| 13. |
| 1:12 |
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You've been searching high and low, still so far to go
You've been searching everywhere, I know you care Walking down the endless street, what will you meet? Who knows, who knows? You'll keep on searching till the very end For one true lover and for one true friend You'll get your answer on the whispering wind When you find it, just don't let go Laughed with saints and cried with clowns, lived that up and down Walked out in the pouring rain to stop your pain Cried out on a mountain high, why life goes by? Why love can die, oh why? |
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| 14. |
| 1:25 |
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Sailing under a false flag
We're crossing the IDL Becalmed where no creature lives Lost, forsaken, cursed Holed below the water line A shift in the plimsoll line Pumps in the engine room Women and children first Hysterical, no humour Sabotage, a rumour Ca |
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| 15. |
| 3:58 |
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There's something strange going on tonight
There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right There's something going down that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something going on that wasn't here before Keep your eyes glued to the floor No one's gonna save your life Something strange going on tonight There's something strange going on tonight There's something going on that's not quite right Joey's nervous and the lights are bright There's something going on that's not quite right |
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| 16. |
| 1:18 |
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Tears fall in slivers, you broke my shades
The light too bright, let me bury my heart Filter emotions of green, cowardicee gives blue A restricted view, let me open my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile You eat my energy, give me more rope Nail in the wall, let me hang my heart I have a fleeting love Searching when it lands Fragile, needing precious hands Fragile |
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| 17. |
| 2:37 |
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You're a waste of space
No natural grace You're so bloody thin You don't even begin To intrest me Not even curiousity It's not animosity It's just you don't interest me You're an energy void A black hole to avoid No style, no heart You don't even start To interest me Not even curiousity It's not animosity It's just you don't interest me |
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| 18. |
| 0:43 |
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Well I wonder what's going on
Same old stuff suppopse Not quite right that The stuff's the same But it's different to me Seems like the cancer in the city Has got to be terminal I haven't got it through Incidentally where are you? Thought you lived here The bright lights have got you I'd rather be a sprat than a mackerel You can slip through the net It's set It also takes one to catch one |
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| 19. |
| 1:46 |
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Gifts of the west winds
Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with at home He transfered his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the advantage Of a cold start heart |
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| 20. |
| 1:22 |
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There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all No silver bullets Tonto's split the scene Next week will solve your problems But now, fish fingers all in a line The milk bottles stand empty Stay glued to your T. V. set There's great danger At hand most caped crusader of all No cloak of justice Robin's flown the nest |
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| 21. |
| 1:55 |
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saw you in a mag
kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah saw you in a mag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man smoking a fag kissing a man saw you in a mag kissing a man yeah got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a corner got you in a cottage got you in a corner got you in a corner oh no no no |
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| 22. |
| 2:25 |
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I catch the word, don't refrain
Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole It's not the past again In double figures for the first time Oh no it's not the same There may be a story to be told But it's not the past again It's time to get out now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history It's not my problem now Everybody loves the mystery Everybody loves their history Implications, back and up Oh no it's not the same In twp parts and waiting to be told That it's not the past again In time and sequence, paraphrased Oh no it's not the same In two halves but quickly growing whole And it's not the past again |
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| 23. |
| 1:36 |
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If you keep on repeating,
Repeating a word, It becomes increasing, Increasingly absurd. SO LOVING, I'm intending to, Pretending. I thought I was in, But now I'm trying to get out, I'm learning the twist, Ignoring the shouts. SO ADOR eye eyeing, I'm enquiring, Perspiring. My options are open, And it's up to me, Things are so trying, So trying for me. SO TIR eye eyeing, I'm spying something, SO TIR eye eyeing, I'm spying something. |
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