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A younger girl keeps a-calling me up |
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Ain’t got no money |
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All I can say is soon I will see |
All
I can Say |
Your Savings Done Opus 3 # |
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All in love and laying on the fat side, |
All
in Love |
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All the possibilities |
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Always I’ve heard |
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And now when you want my love, |
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And our love will grow |
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And she said with a smile |
And
she said |
Boys & Girls |
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And the sun did shine |
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mind |
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And willow way |
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| And you find out |
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And you know it too, |
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Any way to you now seems in lock |
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As for that I shan’t be knowing |
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As I walked down St. Bloodpool Lane |
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Asked my little baby-doll |
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am the thief with the magic ring; |
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I do want to be by your side, dear |
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I don’t know just-a where to take you |
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I don’t know where to go |
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I have often said |
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I love you - and it’s all true |
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I love you too |
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| I love you, you love me, |
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I say it’s nearing, |
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I turned the wheel to know you |
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I want to be an artist - yeah, |
Apple-song |
S.S. Realities/Yesteryears Opus 4 # |
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I will wait for you |
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I’ll see the sun rise |
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I’m the preacher of the man in the hall! |
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I’ve been all around |
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I’ve got the pneumatic blues, |
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If you ever been lonely |
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In the dreams that |
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In the morning eyes I glimmer, |
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In this I love you |
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In time for me |
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In times of war King Guna |
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It seems these days to me, |
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It’s a hard road |
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It’s no mystery that I love you |
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It’s no way to let people say, |
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was all I knew |
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Saw Mariane |
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Saw you flying in the whirl-pool-show |
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Nothing but Oranges Opus 9 # |
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Secure |
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See the girls when they’re taking their bath |
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She came down to be his Russian scarf, |
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She walks these isles |
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She went to love me |
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She will fill my longing heart, |
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She’d wait beneath the light |
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Should I set for the nearest mountain here? |
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Sighs of the future |
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Since my baby left me |
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Singing songs of love, my friend |
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Sit right down and tell me now |
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Slum sweetie now pass the bottle, |
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| Smiley eyes sought deep in love, |
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So drowsy now I could sleep, |
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So you think you need me |
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Some kind of lady |
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Some lights shine all through the evening |
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Some ones are telling |
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Some would call it flying |
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Someone lent you a friendly ear, hearing |
A Friend |
Breaking Day
Opus 17 # |
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Someone met you in the open air, |
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Sometimes made it |
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Sometimes thinking, I’ll have to get it out |
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Spinning round - every tear you create |
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| Spotted Paint in the Hall |
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Sun shone seeing on our wall, |
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| Take
me back
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Take me back, I can’t bear the pain
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Taking my eyes through the strangulated mass,
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Tell me time, why do you pass?
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Ten miles in the distance
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That I’m lucky, don’t repeat it, baby
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The Automobile is an un-in-habitual man,
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The Boss came down in his flash-fast car,
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The eyes of the sheep would blink
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The kneeling of judgement
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The peanut-butter will fill your head
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The rain was falling
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The trees they grow so high,
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The words that I use the most
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There’s the place where we wash the tomb
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They gave him a mystery source
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This baby wants you girl
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Through their night black and grey,
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Throughout seven days
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Time to tell us not to rest
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Time would always let you by
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Trying to make it, trying to break it,
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Turning on to home’n’love
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home’n’love
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| Waiting
on the highway |
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Walking in your woods, |
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We would wait here till the end of time |
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Weasel-skin Patrick powered his habitué |
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Well can you use it, |
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Well now times we had are gone |
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Went into a town full of whiskey and bars |
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What a thrill I had |
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‘What did ’ya pay for y’er knife?’, he said |
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What is love for you and me? |
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What you want say it loud, |
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Wheels of vanish |
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When I was a little boy |
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When I wrote you a letter love, |
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When you call me |
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Where did the highwaymen sleep? |
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Where will it go and go? |
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Who will have to wait for you |
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Why should I love you still |
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Will I need you? |
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Will my longing bring me |
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Will she see me? |
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Will you take me back to you my darling? |
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Will you take my love? |
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Will you take my loving? |
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Wish I could hold you |
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Wish I were down home, again |
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With my four-legged heart |
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