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Ayers-Halsall
Well I'm walking in the rain, but that's all right
I'm too here singing in the middle of the night
I walk through the windows and I fall through the doors
Picking up the rhythm of the dancing floors
Dressed up in my famous suit and big black hat
Playing musical chairs around the place you sat
I hear the orchestra and them I start to scream
Let me out, let me out, I've had enough of this dream
Then suddenly -I'm back in my bed
I've found the needle but I've lost the thread
No-one to talk to but it's all right
Just another Saturday night
Just another Saturday night
Well I'm talking to myself but that's OK.
I don't have many arguments at all this way
You can run for cover and you can run and hide
But you'll never feel the weather if you stay inside
Dressed up in your birthday suit and your wedding dress
You know we will never break out of this scene
It's such a terrible mess
I hear the orchestra and then begin to scream
O let me out, let me out, I've had enough of this dream
Then suddenly - I'm back in my bed
I've found the needle but I've lost the thread
No-one to talk to but it's all right
Just another Saturday night
Just another Saturday night
O yeah I'm shooting at the moon but that's OK.
I'm dreaming of another kind of game to play
I want a new direction, I want a new idea
Got to keep moving, got to get out of here etc.Blaming it all on love, love love.
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Oldfield
We took a place in the sun
To see what had become
The warm winds blow constantly
Does the answer still blow
Did you find your chateau
In that Mediterranean fantasy
Chorus;
Flying start. etc
Made the whole world sing, they had no choice
Flying start like a shining pearl.
They sang with one voice
To where the sun always shines
Familiar faces and wines
The warm winds blow constantly
Knock on the door but the memory's poor
Is their somebody in, please answer me
Two dark eyes from the doorway shine
So you lost your dream in a bottle of wine
I know you had to do it your way, fine
But there's none to carry the cross this time
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Ayers-Halsall
Because I lose one or two it doesn't mean I'm losing
Winning a few doesn't mean I win
And if I'm talking to you it doesn't mean I'm falling
Wish I was falling in love with you
And if I do it again, I know I'm taking my chances
Put all my money on the queen of hearts
Talking to you. but I don't have any answers
Love is the best we have
Wish I was falling, wish I was falling in love with you
The more you look for the dream
The more it drives you crazy
Chasing a shadow of a dream it's true
If the music is right, I'll be the one who's dancing
Love to be dancing out there with you.
And if I'm losing my mind it doesn't mean I'm crazy
Losing my heart is going to set me free
Talking to you but I don't have any answers
Love is the best we have, love is the best we have
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Ayers-Siau
Inside of us there's something screaming
Screaming that there's something wrong
You tell yourself that you're just dreaming
You simply have to carry on
There's no one to turn to
You're on your own
You're just another Rolling Stone
Your head full of rainbows, you ride the storm
And it's cold but you feel warm
You've been on the wild side
Since the day you were born
And you are not supposed to cry
Just keep on keeping on
Don't ask me why
For everyone there is a heartache
This no one can deny
seems like this time it's never ending
I can't remember what it's like
To love and to hold you
All through the night
It feels so wrong but that's all right
Who can I complain to, we're all alone
Another Rolling Stone
Heart full of moonshine, you're Rolling home
And you're not supposed to cry
You just have to carry on
Don't ask me why
To love and to hold you
All through the night
So hold your baby tight
Love can just slip away into the night
And you're not supposed to cry
Just keep on keeping on
Don't ask me why
Another Rolling Stone
Heart full of moonshine
You're Rolling home
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Ayers
Do you believe, do you believe, do you believe in yourself?
Do you believe in the things you do
Do you believe in the things you say
And is tomorrow something new
Or is it just another day?
Tell me do you believe, do you believe in love?
Do you believe that love is blind
Something way beyond your mind
And can you see how things turn round
So that what you've lost becomes the thing you've found
Tell me do you believe do you believe in yourself?
Do you believe in love
In a heaven up above
And the stars that shine
Are they yours or mine?
Tell me do you believe, do you believe in yourself?
Love is all we can take to heart
It's our long lost friend, it's our flying start
Oh but you gotta believe
Yeah you gotta believe
Gotta believe gotta believe gotta believe in something
And can you leave yourself behind
Can you step outside your mind
Between the singer and the song
Can you believe that you belong
Tell me do you believe, do you believe,
Do you believe in love
Tell me do you believe, do you believe in yourself?
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Ayers-Halsall
Washing our socks in the dark
Burning the snow in the park
Didn't have much to say
But that's what we did today
Shaking our fist at the moon
Tried to catch stars in a spoon
Watching the children play
That's what we did today
That's what we did, etc.
Drinking up a bottle of wine
Messing around with time
Looking for something to say
That's what we did
Running around in the nude
Making the neighbours feel rude
Remembering how to play
That's what we did today
Holding our baby tight
Making it through the night
Trying to find our way
That's what we did etc.
Wishing upon a star!
How far away is far?
Don't understand what you say
That's what we did. etc.
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Ayers-Halsall
Night fighters burning up the night
Night fighters what a beautiful sight
Night fighters streaking through the sky
Night fighters what a way to die
Night lighters they're on your trail
You'll get a sidewinder right up your tail
Night fighters underneath the moon
Night fighters coming your way soon
Night fighters screaming through the night
Night fighters make the darkness bright
Night fighters better prick up your ears
Could he the last thing that you'll ever hear
Night fighters waiting for the dawn
Night fighters waiting snug and warm
Night fighters tearing down the track
Never knowing if they're coming back
Night fighters better hold your breath
Cos here they come those angels of death
Night fighters- the speed the skill
They spend their lives learning how to kill
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Ayers
I've got no ambition, guess I'm out of place
Cos I'd rather go fishing than run in the race
I'm naturally lazy but what can I do I?
I was born in the wrong place, wrong time too
Just working for money working for pay
All seems so pointless day after day
I'm happy dreaming and it's good for my health
And only when I'm dreaming am I really myself
Some people say its just running away
But then everyone's running somewhere
And I still believe that the best we can do
Is to know where we are and be there
For what we call progress
We're selling our soul
And there's just too much going on out there
Beyond my control
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