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I don't know where I'm going
I don't know what I'm doing
But it feels alright
I have one eye to Morocco
I only have to follow
Through the scented night
Conversation
Is fading away
The last thing
I heard you say
Was just a murmur
A distant blur
Your lips are moving
But I hear no words
All day
Sitting alone in my room
Waiting for no-one to call me
Lost in a dream of my own
I'm drawn by this obsession
With a tantalising vision
Of a swirling robe
I have one eye to Morocco
By the time I reach tomorrow
I'll be on that road
Sweet temptation
Draws me on
Gives me the strength
To cross my Rubicon
Past a point
Of no return
Ever onwards
As my bridges burn
All day
Sitting alone in my room
Waiting for no-one to call me
Lost in a dream of my own
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She was a rude girl baby
With a bye-bye notion of love
She gave no warning
Did a handbrake into my life
It's all too much for me
She said what's up
I said not much
We live, we die
You wanna stay in touch
She don't mean nothing to me
She set my spirit free
She's crawlin' up and down my back
And there ain't no lotion for that
We got no money
So what we gonna do tonight
I'm well passed caring
We'll be staring at the walls all night
It's all too much for a white boy
She said what's happenin'
I said what you got
She set me on fire - ha!
The woman is hot
She don't mean nothing to me
She set my body free
She's crawlin' up and down my back
And there ain't no lotion for that
When it's time to leave
She has to have another dance
It's fair to assume she got
Termites loose in her pants
It's all too much pour moi
She said what's up
I said not much
We live, we die
You wanna stay in touch
She don't mean nothing to me
She set my spirit free
She's crawlin' up and down my back
And there ain't no lotion for that
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There's something about you
This I know
Part of it's real
But a lot is for show
I got some indication
That if we do it your way
When I park at the station
I'll have to pay and display
Your arms are open wide
They beckon me inside
The tragedy unfolds
We'll have to break the mould
Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop
We just got started
There's something about me
That you should know
You can take it or leave it
Before I go
You wanna a piece of the action
You wanna slip and slide
If we're going to town baby
You'd better park and ride
You're driving me insane
I love this kind of pain
I love this kind of love
I just can't get enough
Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop
Don't stop
We just got started
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The cold war's over
The hot one's just begun
From the shivers to the fever
Could be too much sun
If a thing's worth doing
It's worth doing well
But if we don't get moving
We'll be roasting in hell.
I've got to change my ways
In the house of dereliction
In the world of neglect
No-one gives a bit about
What happens next
Reaching terminal velocity
Going out with a bang
Time to fill my pockets
Gonna take what I can
I've got to change my ways
If the truth be told
But then on the other hand,
It's gonna get twisted
Any way you stand
Honesty's a virtue
Or so they say
That's a damn fool notion
Like a sense of fair play
I've got to change my ways
I bare my soul
Though I'm naturally shy
There's no point living
If I'm living a lie
I've had my share
Of disappointment and pain
But, I never felt the need
To point the finger of blame
I've got to change my ways
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What you doing?
See that badly written sign
That says
State your business
Want no undesirables
You got suits in the corridor
Where they belong
Skin's only natural
And the conversation's
Strong and easy
In the knowledge
That's as far as it goes
Talk all we want
But really
Nobody knows
And it's one of those things
You can feel it in the air
Try telling that babe
To someone who cares
And it's all safe in my mind
Nowhere to go
Girl goes to show
And time passes so slow
Girl goes to show
Girl goes to show
It's another day
And oh so
Irresponsible
Know what we want
Seems that
Nothing's impossible
No materials
To lose
Don't have to wash my hair
Don't have to wear my shoes
As we lay in the shadow
Of what might have been
Look at you now babe
You're hotter than sin
All those endless nights
I spent on my knees
Sometimes rewarded
For my efforts to please
And it's all safe in my mind
Nowhere to go
Girl goes to show
And time passes so slow
Girl goes to show
Girl goes to show
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And we don't have much
But these four walls
And it's just enough
To keep us warm
On those cold winter nights
Let's think about better days
Not what we did
But what we'll do
And we work so hard
Each and every day
We're growing old
We get afraid
You can count on me
Let's think about better days
Not what we did
But what we'll do
And if I had
Only one more day
I'd spend it right here with you
Under a million stars
Our two hearts pound
And that's the only thing
That matters now
We know a few things
About life and death
Pretty soon
We'll learn the rest
I'm in no rush at all
Let's think about better days
Not what we did
But what we'll do
And if I had
Only one more day
I'd spend it right here with you
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Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight
Something in my vision
As I'm walking down the towpath
A feeling of aggression
Emanating from a psychopath
He was coming at me
The kids were in the way
I had to throw them down
I guess they thought it was a game
He was coming at me
He was coming through
Didn't need much imagination
See what he was trying to do
I was in the way
He was going to ride me down
Teach me some respect
This stupid smack-head clown
Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight
The step aside was easy
And the jab he couldn't see
Laying on his back
He was looking up at me
His dignity was shattered
And the rage began to burn
He started getting up
I thought this boy will never learn
Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight
He was frothing at the mouth
And screaming 'bout his rights
So I threw him in the river
And then I threw his 'bike
Now I'm questioned by the law
About some charge he wants to bring
But I got twenty-seven witnesses
Who never saw a thing
Deal with it your own way
Deal with it tonight
Deal with it your own way
You gotta deal with it tonight
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I've got an aching head
And my eyes on fire
I think I'm paralyzed
With desire
I know
You know
Oh oh
There's a place not far from here
Where wolves howl at the moon
If you click your heels just now
You'll find the ultimate groove
The ultimate
Lay down your axe to grind
Spit out that bitter pill
Deep breath will ease the mind
And bring us closer still
There's a place not far from here
Where wolves howl at the moon
If you click your heels just now
You'll find the ultimate groove
The ultimate
That's what I got in mind
Create some new old times
That's what I got in mind
So let's groove
And so and so and so she said
You know it's all just in your head
And if you work your demons through
All your dreams, all your dreams, all your dreams
Will come true for you
You'll find the ultimate groove
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They say the weather's getting better
I don't know, it sure feels like rain
If you ask me 'what's your pleasure?
(I'll have) anything but more of the same
We're going through another phase
We should have seen it coming
It's time to count our days
But I've got my mind on other things right now
Can you believe the sky is falling down
Can you hear those sirens wailing?
We're being drawn up on to the rocks
All around our system's failing
Someone should keep their eyes on the clock
Don't know if you can feel my pulse
A change of view might do it - oh
It couldn't be any worse
But I've got my mind on other things right now
Can you believe the sky is falling down
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Skipping stones
Down by the water
And you ain't doin'
Doin' what you should
Living so high
Rolling along
Times like these
How we gonna make it
Been driving for days
You on my mind
Three states away
From my Texas state of mind
The subject comes up
And you put it on ice
Yes, I'll have another
Ain't this the life
Been sipping rum
In the middle of the day
Out in the sun
Got it made the shade
Living so high
Rolling along
Times like these
How we gonna make it
Been driving for days
You on my mind
Three states away
From my Texas state of mind
All I need is some peace of mind
All I need is a place to unwind
Living so high
Rolling along
Times like these
How we gonna make it
Been driving for days
You on my mind
Three states away
From my Texas state of mind
All I need is some peace of mind
All I need is a place to unwind
All I need is some sugar and love
All I need is you wrapped around me like a glove
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It would be nice
If the sun shone every day
A full moon dressed in a starry night
Could put us in the mood for dancing - romancing
It would be nice
If we keep this to ourselves
If we hold on to our tranquillity
Storms are always passing - never lasting
You worked so hard
You had so much passion
Thought you were hip
But you slipped out of fashion
You lost control
You lost your mind
And then you sold your soul
It would be nice
If the air was warm and clear
Zephyrs rippling on our skin
Exploring our senses - exquisite senses
You worked so hard
You had so much passion
Thought you were cool
But you dropped out of fashion
You lost control
You lost your mind
Sold your soul
Got left behind
You were so immortal
For a minute or two
Everybody had
A good look at you
Now you're gone
You left no mark
You're forever in the dark
You were so immortal
For a minute or two
We all had
A good look at you
Now you're gone
You left no mark
Stumbling around
In the endless dark
Now - just imagine if
You trade ammunition
For another way of life
A more subtle proposition
Have to believe
There'd be a lot less waste
And you'd appreciate the taste - it would be nice
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It's late in the season
Leaves are falling down
Autumn shades
Of red and brown
I heard you were leaving
Mind if I go along
I could hold your hand
And sing you a song
Always the traveller
Adrift in the wind
There's something about you
That's drawing me in
Maybe we'll make it
Through to next year
Go our own ways
And I'll meet you back here
Always the traveller
Adrift in the wind
There's something about you
That's drawing me in
Could I ever forget you
Not for a while
I'll be tasting your sweet, sweet lips
Mile after mile
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