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| 4:03 | 
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Young teacher the subject
Of schoolgirl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her there's longing This girl's an open page Book marking She's so close now This girl is half his age Don't stand to close to me Her friends are so jealous You know how bad girls get Sometimes it's not so easy To be the teacher's pet Temptation, frustration So bad it makes him cry Wet bus stop, whe's waiting His car is warm and dry Don't stand so close to me Loose talk in the classroom To hurt they try and try Strong words in the staffroom The accusations fly It's no use He sees her He starts to shake he starts to cough Just like the old man in That famous book by Nabakov Don't stand so close to me |
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| 2. |
| 3:21 |
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How can you say that your not responsible
What does it have to do with me What is my reaction What should it be Confronted by this latest atrocity Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat My comfortable existence is reduced To a shallow, meaningless party Seems that when some innocents die All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine Too many cam'ras and not enough food 'Cause this is what we've seen Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Protest is futile Nothing seems to get through What's to become of our world Who knows what to do Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears Driven to tears |
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| 3. |
| 3:37 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:27 |
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(Sting)
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live you life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza You're so afraid to catch a dose of influenza You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine Canary in a coalmine First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect You live your life like a canary in a coalmine You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line Canary in a coalmine... |
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| 5. |
| 3:53 |
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Voices inside my head
Echoes of things that you said (Repeat ad nauseam) |
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| 6. |
| 3:08 |
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The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The President looks in the mirror and speaks His shirts are clean but his country reeks Unpaid bills In Afghanistan hills Bombs away But we're O.K. Bombs away In old Bombay The general only wants to teach France to dance His army life doesn't give him any romance Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his company stinks Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet Bombs away But we're O.K. Bombs away In old Bombay (repeat to fade) |
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| 7. |
| 4:07 |
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Don't think me unkind
Words are hard to find They're only cheques I've left unsigned From the banks of chaos in my mind And when their eloquence escapes me Their logic ties me up and rapes me De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true Poets, priests and politicians Have words to thank for their positions Words that scream for your submission And no-one's jamming their transmission 'Cos when their eloquence escapes you Their logic ties you up and rapes you De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da Their innocence will pull me through De do do do de da da da Is all I want to say to you De do do do de da da da They're meaningless and all that's true |
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| 8. |
| 2:54 |
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| 9. |
| 2:18 |
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I'd invite you back to my place It's only mine because it holds my suitcase It looks home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Another key for my collection For security I race for my connection Bird in a flying cage you'll never get to know me well The world's my oyster a hotel room's a prison cell Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face Must I be the man in a suitcase Is it me, the man with the stranger's face I'd invite you back to my place It's only mine because it hold my suitcase It looks like home to me alright But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night (Repeat chorus to fade) |
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| 10. |
| 5:03 |
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Woke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am And I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can He claims I suffer from delusions Yet I'm so confident I'm sane It can't be no optical illusion So how can you explain Shadows in the rain And if you see us on the corner And we're dancing in the rain I join my friends there when I see them Outside my window pane Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Woke up in my clothes again this morning Don't know exactly where I am I should heed my doctor's warning He does the best with me he can Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain Shadows in the rain |
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| 11. |
| 3:22 |
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