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Will there come a time when sorrow's hard to find
And all those nursery rhymes will find a meaning
There's got to be a change, thoughts to rearrange
Does it seem so strange to try redeeming
Only time will show if the unrelenting blow
That's cast from down below does strike the ceiling
Life must still go on whatever's right or wrong
Realise what's gone and was never healing
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The original mixed-up kid
Sleeps with the ladies all night
Home in the morning light
To nothin'
Climbs in to an empty bed
Pillows around his head
Hide the tears he sheds
For no one
And byron said happiness is born it's twin
In those who share, for they will always win
But what about the man who tries so hard
But his heart is locked within
The original mixed-up kid
Must have been at the end of the line
When they gave out the forms to sign
For someone
And he can't make up his mind where he wants to go
Ain't there a heaven ain't there a hell well he just don't know
For in a crowded street he can see the sleet
When the other men just see the snow
The original mixed-up kid be on your conscience bound (? )
For you turned him upside down for nothin'
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Well how can I be like any guy
Why do they have to make me run
What do they care about the clothes that I wear
What do they get from making fun
Well we got a lot of space
And if you don't like my face
It ain't me who's going anywhere
Cause I don't care
Let them laugh at meIf that's so fair
Well then I don't have to care
To be free until they laugh at me
And I'll cry for you
And I'll pray for you
And I'll do everything that the man upstairs said to do
I'll do it all for you babe
Yes well I'll do it all for you
It's got to be sometime
It's got to be somewhere
I'm going to make that achievement
Then maybe the next time
That you don't wear a silk tie
And I can walk by and say hi
Say hi instead of why
Instead of why babe
Instead of why
Instead of why babe
Yeah!
Instead of why babe
Instead of why babe
Instead of why babe
Instead of why babe
Why do you laugh at me
Why do you laugh at me
Why do you laugh at me
Why do you laugh at me
Yeah!
Mott the Hoople [fade]
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You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
You keep a knockin' but you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night try it again
You say you love me but you can't come in
You say you love me but you can't come in
You say you love me but you can't come in
Come back tomorrow night try it again
(repeat 1st and 2nd verses)
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The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping
But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.
Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
She moves my arm around 'cause she is burning
She has so much to give but so little time to live
My angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning.
As I look down the streets are slowly forming
And the ladies of the night have start performing
And the trash-collectors horn salutes the dawning
And soon the workward bound will they wake up yawning
And soft warm hands behind that give no warning
Tell me, for just one hour have I been learning
I have so much to say but so little time to stay
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
With my angel of Eighth Avenue, Manhattan morning
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Who do you think you are looking at me like that
Put your face on someone else's head
Where do you think you're at hanging around my leg
Put yourself in someone else's bed
Whiskey women, American lay
Whiskey women, American way
What do you want from me clutchin' at my blue jeans
You don't know where those old jeans have been
Why do you look so hurt when I tell you where to go
You've been there before from what I've seen
Whiskey women, American lay
Whiskey women, American way
Who do you think you are looking at me like that
Put your face on someone else's head
Where do you think you're at hanging around my neck
Put yourself in someone else's bed
Whiskey women, American lay
Whiskey women, American way.
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God ain't jive
For I can see his love
As it runs alive
'n one by one
Through fields of rusted wire
The war has just begun
Oh, cross over shame like the wise dove
Who cares not for fame just for shy love
'n rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no
He's still here, you are not alone
Correct your heads
For there's a new song rising
High above the waves
Go write your time
Go sing it on the streets
Go tell the world, but you go brave
Oh my sweet instant christian you are such a sly clown
Too many questions, no replies now
'n rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne, oh no
He's still here, you are not alone
I got an idea
Go tell the superstar
All his hairs are turning grey
Star-spangled fear
As all the people disappear
The limelight fades away
Cos if you think you are a star
For so long they'll come from near and far
But you'll forget just who you are (yes you will)
You ain't the nazz
You're just a buzz
Some kinda temporary
Cross over shame like the wise dove
Who cares not for fame just for shy love
Oh-oh, my sweet instant christian you are such a sly clown
Too many questions, no replies now
'n rejoice for the king ain't lost his throne. Oh no.
He's still here, you are not alone, you are not alone
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Standing on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset and jane is in her vest
And me I'm in a rock and roll band
Riding in a stutz bearcat jim
Those were different times
And the poets studied rules of verse
And all the ladies rolled there eyes
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Now jack he is a banker
And jane she is a clerk
And they're both saving up all their money
And when they come home from work
Sitting by the fire
Radios a-play
A little classical music for you kids
To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear jack say
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Sweet jane
Some people like to go out dancing
Other people they got to work
And there's always some evil mothers
I tell you life is just full of dirt
And the women never really faint
And the villains always blink their eyes
And children are the only ones that blush
And that life is just to die
But anyone who had a heart
He wouldn't want to turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played a part
He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it
Sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane
Sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane
Oh my sweet jane
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Well billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
And wendy's stealing clothes from marks and sparks
And freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need tv when I got t rex
Oh brother you guessed
I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up come on)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (i want to hear you)
Carry the news (i want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to talk to you all of you)
Carry the news
Now lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team
But we can love oh yes we can love
And my brother's back at home with his beatles and his stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
What a drag too many snags
Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all around
Or is it in my head
Yeah
I'm a dude dad
All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (i want to hear ya)
Carry the news (i want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I want to relate to you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (what dudes)
Carry the news (let's hear the news come on)
Boogaloo dudes (i want to kick you)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (hey you there with the glasses)
Carry the news (i want you)
Boogaloo dudes (i want you at the front)
Carry the news (now you all his friends)
All the young dudes (now you bring him down cause I want him)
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes (i want him right here bring him come on)
Carry the news (bring him here you go)
All the young dudes (I've wanted to do this for years)
Carry the news (there you go)
Boogaloo dudes (how do you feel)
Carry the news
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