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| 6:24 | 
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The birth of a realisation;
The rise of a high expectation; Emerging successful, defiant; [Editor's note: Derek may be singing "Together" instead of "Emerging"] Together the parts make a Giant. See the world in the palm of his hand, Striding steps that will cover the land. He is coming; Hear him coming; Are you ready For his being? See the Giant Feel the Giant Touch the Giant Hear the Giant. The birth of a realisation; The rise of a high expectation; Emerging successful, defiant; Together the parts make a Giant. |
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| 2. |
| 4:23 |
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I'm sorry to have been so much of a bore
But in my own funny way I find I learn much more. I realise what you think from your eyes, But in your own funny way I find I learn much more. My ways are strange They'll never change They stay, strange ways I'm sorry to have been so close from the start, But for all that I cared we could be miles apart. I understood that you never would Understand a way of life that I never could. My ways are strange They'll never change They stay, strange ways Go your own way or wait for me Go your own way or wait for me Go your own way or wait for me Go your own way or wait for me And so you see what happened to me Since the time when I judged my life in nights and days I realised that my life was lies So you see what I mean with all my funny ways. I'm sorry to have been so much of a bore But in my own funny way I find I learn much more Funny ways, Funny ways, Funny ways, Funny ways. |
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| 3. |
| 6:02 |
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Lying still;
Am I dreaming Feel the chill Breath of fear Evil fingers Hover, linger Someone help me Terror fills my soul. Living dead; Am I breathing Sightless, blind Heart stopped beating Hear the crying Of the dying Someone help me Ogres of the night. |
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| 4. |
| 3:54 |
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Isn't it quiet and cold walking all alone, alone?
Happened I missed the bus and found I had to walk, alone. What was that? Only me. Hear the echo of my feet Footsteps Are they mine? Hear the echo of the street. Wished I lived near at hand although I live alone, alone At least I'll find company, so why should I moan, alone. Movement By my feet Paper wind across the street Curtains closed Sleepy heads Wrapped together in their beds I used to walk with someone else I didn't seem to notice sights and sounds of the lonely street I used to talk with someone else Now the only answers are the calls of the night Look at that alley cat, it's winding home to rest, alone Half-past four and daylight shows itself once more Walking all alone Walking all alone |
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| 5. |
| 9:08 |
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Now she sits by the riverside
Watching the waters glide by, With a sigh And the things she put faith in Are ripples just waving her by With a sigh She sees lovers pass by with much more than a kiss Ah this - little girl who had everything finds she's nothing at all Now the wind seems so cold Seems all old as it laughs at her fears And her tears And as ducks swim away from her Visions of past love appear In her tears She sees love in his face as she tells him to go, And so - here's a girl who had everything now she's Nothing at all What could she do if she saw him now; Now that he's gone she's losing If she could see what she's seeing now For sure she's more than just choosing Now she sits by the riverside Watching the waters glide by, With a sigh And the things she put faith in Are ripples just waving her by, With a sigh She sees lovers pass by with much more than a kiss Ah this - little girl who had everything finds She's nothing at all |
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| 6. |
| 5:31 |
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Don't sing a tune to yourself
You might believe this one. Try not to sew it yourself The threading won't stretch none. Don't give me none of that line. Why not? Got to sing something. Love's song there's nothing to find Why not? Dead before playing. Don't sing a tune to yourself You might believe this one Try not to sew it yourself The threading won't stretch none Who says the things that go in The song is only saying. Dead thought can kill a good thing The band is only playing. Why not climb a hill With someone that hates you Why not hate someone Who climbs a hill with you And as time passes by Your feet start slipping You are wondering why There is no forgetting Don't sing a tune to yourself, You might believe this one Try not to sew it yourself The threading don't stretch none Who says the things that go in The song is only saying Dead thought can kill a good thing The band is only playing Don't give me none of that line Why not? Got to sing something Love's song there's nothing to find Why not? Dead before playing Dead before playing. |
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| 7. |
| 1:40 |
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Derek Shulman, lead vocals, backing vocals and some bass; Ray Shulman, most bass, violin, some guitar, percussion, and backing vocals; Phil Shulman, sax, trumpet, recorder, lead vocals and backing vocals; Kerry Minnear, keyboard, some bass, cello, lead |
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