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When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired, still yawning See your face come peeping through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Pictures of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction now When will this haunting stop? Your face it just won't leave me alone Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you You in the sky, you with this guy You make men cry, you lie You in the sky, you with this guy You make men cry, you lie Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men and you Pictures of matchstick men .... |
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I'm not a little boy, I've lived alone and never loved so more
But when she touches me I'm on the way, I'm underneath the floor Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like in in the sun I melt away I sit down in a chair and read a book as if I couldn't there But she is in a room and I must look I see her everywhere Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like in in the sun I melt away She opens up her eyes as if to speak She looks at me and I am weak Her eyes they seem much bigger than before I cannot think anymore Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like in in the sun I melt away Like ice in the sun I melt away Whenever she comes I melt away Like ice in the sun I melt away |
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You never seem, seem to have the time to listen to what I say
How can I know just what goes on in your mind if you always walk away So what's the good, what's the good of trying And hanging around you begging for your love When it seems theres someone else in your dreams And I can't be sure of you anymore Are you growing tired of my love? Have you had too much of my love? Are you growing tired of my love? Where is the love you once gave me? And when we meet, things are not the same now, you always hurry away And all the friends that once you used to share with me are ignored now, and you're bored now I guess we're through, but still I go on hoping Because you never put it into words Can't you see you should be honest with me And I've got to find what is in your mind Are you growing tired of my love? Have you had too much of my love? Are you growing tired of my love? Where is the love you once gave me? Are you growing tired of my love? Have you had too much of my love? Are you growing tired of my love? Where is the love you once gave me? Are you growing tired of my love? Have you had too much of my love? Are you growing tired of my love? Where is the love..... |
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Drop your silver in my tambourine
Help a poor man fill a little dream Give me pennies, I'll take anything Now listen while I play my green tambourine Watch the jingle-jangles start to chime Reflections of the music that was mine When I toss a coin you'll hear it sing Now listen while I play my green tambourine Rub-a-dub before I walk away Anytime you want, I'll gladly play Money feeds my music machine Now listen while I play my green tambourine Listen while I play my green tambourine |
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I see your face at the dawn of the day, gold as the sun begins to shine
I see your face now at the end of the day, purple shadows dancing in your eyes. Technicolour dreams are all I see Technicolour dreams of you and me I see your shadow tripping through a silver glade, tiptoeing over crimson sand Luring me onwards into a sea of jade, leading me gently by the hand Technicolour dreams are all I see Technicolour dreams of you and me If I could escape through the windows of my mind I would fly to your magic mountain land There we would stay 'til the world had passed away With a love only we could understand Technicolour dreams are all I see Technicolour dreams of you and me I see your face at the dawn of the day, gold as the sun begins to shine I see your face now at the end of the day, purple shadows dancing in your eyes |
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When my mind is not live, I see you there before me
Every night in my mind your face flies by me Then the morning light comes to bring reality But my dream lingers on, a little while for me Then I wake to see a world full of misery Lots of people rushing by, they don't know what they wanna be Soon the day draws to its end and pretty soon I'll be Back with you in my mind because I want to see When my mind is not live, I see you there before me |
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She's a face without a soul
This lady's heart is gold She's a face without a soul This lady's heart is gold Though her hands are cool they'll burn You may kiss her but you'll have to take your turn In her life you're just another bird in the sky When she says you must be ready to fly Ready to fly, up and fly away She's a face without a soul This lady's heart is gold She's a face without a soul This lady's heart is gold This lady has no love Herself, perhaps, is who she puts above Everything, and of course, everyone Knows this lady thinks she's number one Number one, yes the only one She's a face without a soul This lady's heart is gold She's a face without a soul This lady's heart is gold She's gonna fall on her face someday Find other men for her games to play I'm gonna make sure everyone knows What she is trying to do She's a face without a soul This lady's heart is gold She's a face without a soul |
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Heading down the back turnpike, signposts are pointing west
Fell into the lonely dustpipe, hope my pick-up can stand the test But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Guess I didn't make it in the city, but that's just the way that it goes 'Cos there's a lotta lunatics, crazy ghostmen, baby, don't like the shape of my nose But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now Rolling down the dustpipe, na-na-na-na nana-na-nana-na Rolling down the dustpipe now, got a ten dollar bill in my jeans Because there ain't no room for a kosher cowboy in a town like New Orleans But I'm doing all right now.. |
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I saw her talking, now
My ears were burning Her feet started walking, now They started turning My eyes were half open But she didn't see me there We ran along walking 'cross the rooftops in my chair Had a car in my pocket And we started moving A man in a helmet Said, what's that you're using My eyes were half open But we didn't see him there Put the car back in my pocket And I'm still here in my chair My teeth were laughing, now We couldn't stop smiling We danced to the Mystery Band Without even trying My eyes were half open But we didn't see them there We ran along walking 'cross the rooftops in my chair |
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People all around they look at you, and I have seen them sneer
But they don't realise how much I need you, so let me make it very clear That you won't have to worry just 'cos your clothes are torn Your windows they need cleaning and the weeds are growing high But Little Miss Nothing I won't pass you by You have no daddy to tell your troubles to, but don't you worry I'll share them with you We won't worry about the stormy weather, if you have troubles we'll share them together Your house is nearly falling, but I'll change all that for you Your windows they need cleaning and the weeds are growing high But Little Miss Nothing I won't pass you by Now I will clean your windows, cut the weeds from high to low I will mend your rooftops, and the taps again will flow But Little Miss Nothing I won't let you go |
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Love it seems I just can't find
Love it seems I just can't find Seems that I'm the one love The one love left behind I've searched it just won't come my way I've searched it just won't come my way It's love that I want now So what more can I say Women seem to pass me by Women seem to pass me by If I could find the reason I'd know the answer why Love it seems I just can't find Love it seems I just can't find Seems that I'm the one love The one love left behind |
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Excuse me crying, can't you hear what I'm saying?
I guess I'm dying, going on my way. I know there's something, something's going wrong now There's no tune to the music My eyes are burning, can't nobody hear me? My head is turning, need somebody near me But since you wonder, everything is so wrong There's no tune to the music The sounds are ringing, emptiness is all mine. Nobody bringing things to make me feel fine I know there's something, something's going wrong now There's no tune to the music Excuse me crying, can't you hear what I'm saying? I guess I'm dying, going on my way. I know there's something, something's going wrong now There's no tune to the music, no words to my song |
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Now I'm a sad one, and she was a bad one
A mean, mean girl. I never had one as greedy as that one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more She was a big one, a met-at-a-gig one A mean, mean girl. I felt a sick one, she was a quick one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more Now I'm a sad one, and she was a bad one A mean, mean girl. I never had one as greedy as that one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more She was a big one, a met-at-a-gig one A mean, mean girl. I felt a sick one, she was a quick one A mean, mean girl. Mean, mean, mean, mean girl I guess she's not the kind that I've been looking for Mean, mean, mean, mean girl She said I was the first but there were many more |
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Railroad, she left me standing on the line
Railroad, she's really leaving me this time Leaving on the midnight train Leaving, never gonna come back again I'm living alone, a place of my own A bed, a chair and one back door Something went wrong with the words to my song And now she ain't around no more Something she said as she lay on my bed Six or seven hours ago I guess I was wrong I really didn't think she would go. Railroad, she left me standing on the line Railroad, she's really leaving me this time Leaving on the midnight train Leaving, never gonna come back again Her face was always smiling, guess she was always laughing at me I said her face was always smiling, guess she was always laughing at me If I'd realised I'd be less surprised to find That she was laughing at me |
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Well, I spent my money on the spinning wheel last night
Well, I spent my money on the spinning wheel last night Well, red twenty-seven didn't do me right Well, I went in smiling but I came out feeling down Well, I went in smiling but I came out feeling down Well, now that I'm a poor man, I got no frends around I went high up that lonesome, high up that lonesome hill I went high up that lonesome, high up that lonesome hill I need a whole lotta money so I can pay my bills Well, the spinning wheel blues have made me pack up my bags and go Well, the spinning wheel blues have made me pack up my bags and go I had to leave my home town, 'cos they don't want me no more |
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If I find a place to hide
Where I can put those people of my mind I'm gonna lay my head down hard And sleep that stops my head from spinning round Help me with my situation, I just wanna be me I'm living frustration just to be free, I must be free I just wanna be left on my own Leave me to a life that's mine alone. Take my hand, come with me To a place where we'll be free Help me with my situation, I just wanna be me I'm living frustration just to be free, I must be free I just wanna be left on my own Leave me to a life that's mine alone. I just wanna be left on my own Leave me to a life that's mine alone |
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I gotta get along 'cause it's a long, long ride now
I've been away too long, I gotta get on home now I'm getting far too old to know my dream of fortune But the time is flowing now, I know what I must do I gotta go home, I gotta go home I gotta go home to ease my mind I gotta go home, I gotta go home I gotta go home to ease my mind I gotta get along 'cause it's a long, long ride now I've been away too long, I gotta get on home now I'm getting far too old to know my dream of fortune The time is flowing now, I know what I must do I gotta go home, I gotta go home I gotta go home to ease my mind I gotta go home, I gotta go home I gotta go home to ease my mind |
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