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And if you knew what I know
You wouldn't go to see her
And least of all believe her when she says that she wants you
Well you're just another puppet, she's not even keeping score
And the lazy way she cheats you leaves me cold
She'll laugh about you, my best friend, but you don't know
'Cause if you knew what I know
You wouldn't go to see her
And least of all believe her when she says that she wants you
She spends her daddy's money
And she drives her daddy's car
And what's crazy is the way you think that's style
And all the while my heart is breaking
You're not even on her mind (?)
'Cause if you knew what I know
Babe you wouldn't leave me
You wouldn't turn away from my love it's what you said that you believed in
I say this as your friend
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Dressmaker, dressmaker,
I'm singing at the hall next saturday night and he'll be there.
He's been gone for so long, I want him back again,
Make me the sweetest dress you can.
Make it a soulful shade of blue with a ribbon at the hem,
A ribbon white for loyalty to show that I remember when
A soulful shade of blue looked into my eyes
And tell him I want him back again
Dressmaker, dressmaker, don't make it loud or bright, just make it a sweet and
gentle style
Then maybe he'll remember me it was not so long ago I'll miss his sweet and
gentle smile
Make it a soulful shade of blue with a ribbon at the hem,
A ribbon white for loyalty to show that I remember when
A soulful shade of blue looked into my eyes
And tell him I want him back again
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When you hear me calling your name in the night
Do you run to your window thinking a coyote might
Be howling
When you hear me knocking at your door again
Do you tell yourself it's only the wind
That's blowing
When you watch the sun sink down in the west
Do you tell yourself that the heart in your chest
Is still beating
Will you know or must I tell you
This is my lover's spell you have fallen into
My dear
My voice is all you'll hear
Only the sound of my heart pounding, darling
You took my heart
Cast it aside
Laughed when I cried
Like it was just no big deal
And here all alone in the dark
I know just how you feel
When you feel my fingers touch your skin again
Do you tell yourself there's just no use
In crying
When the stars in the sky begin to fade
Do you tell yourself, don't be afraid
It's just the night
That's dying
Will you know or must I tell you
This is my lover's spell you have fallen into, my dear
My voice is all you'll hear
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Baby, baby, please believe me
I would never never do anything to hurt you
Baby, baby, please believe me
I would never never do anything to you to make you blue
But yesterday I got this letter
From the boy I loved before I ever knew you
Before I even knew you
And the train from Kansas city is coming into town.
The train from Kansas city is a-coming
And there's nothing I can do can make it turn around.
Baby, baby, please believe me
Nothing in this world would tear us apart
We'll never, never part
So wait right here and I will hurry
I'll be back in the time it takes to break a heart
I gotta break his heart
'Cause the train from Kansas city is coming into town
The train from Kansas city is a-coming
And there's nothing I can do can make it turn around
No, I never answered his letter
I just couldn't tell him that way
No, I never answered his letter
I just didn't know what to say
Now I'm going down to the station
I'll be there at ten after two
I'll show him the ring on my finger
I don't what else I can do
The train from Kansas city is coming into town
The train from Kansas city is a-coming
And there's nothing I can do can make it turn around
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They shot the tiger on his chain
In a field behind the cages
He walked in circles 'til he was crazy
And he lived that way forever
And he lived that way beside them,
Separate from the other tigers
He did not know another tiger
They shot the tiger on his chain
In a field behind the cages
He walked in circles 'til he was crazy
And he lived that way forever
And he lived that way forever
Just as long as he could remember
If he'd wanted to remember
It was the last time he had felt alive
When he saw that brown-haired lady
She fed him with a bottle as a baby
And he recalled her face and smile
They shot that tiger on his chain
They shot the tiger on his chain
They shot the tiger on his chain
They shot the tiger on his chain
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Fast train
Where do your passengers wait
What's at the heart of your engine's rage
To what smooth place at the end of the line
With crackling fires and quiet plains
Do the trees bend down
Fold their limbs round you
Welcome home faithful one
We forgive you
Slow down fast train
Slow down fast train
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When I talk to Loretta
Oh, boots, socks and sweater
Well she hugs me sweet and low
And it's never let me go
When I talk to Loretta, she makes me feel like number one
When I talk to Loretta, she makes me feel like number one
Well I heard her on the wire
Oh Sweet Loretta, child
She hugs me sweet and low
And it's never let me go
When I talk to Loretta, she makes me feel like number one
When I talk to Loretta, she makes me feel like number one
When I talk to Loretta
When I talk about the feeling
She hugs me sweet and low
And it's never let me go
When I talk to Loretta, she makes me feel like number one
When I talk to Loretta, she makes me feel like number one
Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
When I talk to Loretta
When I talk to Loretta
She make me, she make me, she make me
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Oh lie
I thought you were golden
I thought you were wise
Caught you returning
To the house you caught fire
But I know that I was your favorite
And I said Amen
Wise, found favorin' heaven
And I at your side
But I never felt sorry
For those shimmering lies
When I laid down and cried
I was faking
And I said Amen
Last night I dreamt
That I hit a deer with my car
Blood from his heart
Spilled out onto my dress and was warm
He begged me to follow
But legions of sorrow defied me
Oh lie
I thought you were golden
I thought you were wise
When I caught you returning
To the house you caught fire
But I know that I'm your favorite
And I said "Amen"
Oh favorite
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Well if you've been a married woman and things didn't seem to work out
Well Divorce is the key to bein' loose and free but you're gonna be talked about
Everybody knows that you've loved once, and they think you'll love again
You can't have a male friend if you're a has been, or a woman, rated X
And if you're rated X you're some kind of gold even men turning silver try to
make
But I think it's wrong to judge every picture if a cheap camera makes a mistake
And when your best friend's husband says to you you've sure started lookin' good
You should've known he would and he would if he could and he will if you're
rated X
Well nobody knows where you're goin' but they sure know where you've been,
All their thinking of is your experience of love, all their minds eat up with
sin
The women all look at you like you're bad and the men all hope you are
But if you go too far you're gonna wear the scar of a woman rated X
Well if you're rated X you're some kind of gold even men turning silver try to
make
But I think it's wrong to judge every picture if a cheap camera makes a mistake
And when your best friend's husband says to you, you've sure started looking
good
You should've known he would and he would if he could and he will if you're
rated X
You should've known he would and he would if he could and he will if you're
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This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
This little light of mine
I'm going to let it shine
Every day, every day
Every day, every day
Gonna let my little light shine
Jesus gave me light
I'm going to let it shine
Jesus gave me light
I'm going to let it shine
Jesus gave me light
I'm going to let it shine
Every day, every day
Every day, every day
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I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling thru this world below
But there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my Father
I'm going there no more to roam
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
A-traveling thru this world below
But there's no sickness, toil, or danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my mother
She said she'd meet me when I come
I'm just a-going over Jordan
I'm just a-going over home
I'm just a-going over home
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Neko :
This is a sad song, about tigers.
Carolyn :
Let's champion the tigers.
Neko :
Let's champion the tiger 'cause.
You know, I think that maybe I wrote this song for many reasons
But I was telling them earlier, I was in a cab in Toronto the other day
And the CBC was on and they were talking to a lady
Who specializes in animal husbandry
And she takes care of the tigers at The Toronto Zoo.
And they said "Well do you ever reintroduce the tigers?"
And she goes "Well, no, because their habitat can't sustain them."
And immediately I thought to myself
'There's so many extra children, we could just feed the children, to these
tigers.'
We don't need them. We're not doing anything with them.
Tigers are, tigers are...
Carolyn :
Noble!
Male voice :
Hungry!
Neko :
Noble, and sleek
Children are loud and messy
I was one of those children
If I were to become tiger food
It would've been more noble than
Carolyn :
Heavy!
Neko :
Anyway
Probably ruined the song for you now
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