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16. | In Private (instrumental bonus track) |
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Everybody gonna dance tonight
Everybody gonna feel alright
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
Everybody gonna dance around
Everybody gonna hit the ground
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
(Chorus)
Well you can come on to my place if you want to
You can do anything you want to do
Everybody gonna dance tonight
Everybody gonna feel alright
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
(Whistling)
Well you can come on to my place if you want to
You can do anything you want to do
Everybody gonna stamp their feet
Everybody's gonna feel the beat
Everybody wanna dance around tonight
(Bridge)
Everybody's gonna dance tonight
Everybody gonna feel alright
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
Everybody gonna jump and shout
Everybody gonna sing it out
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
Well you can come on to my place if you want to
You can do anything you want to do
Everybody gonna dance tonight
Everybody gonna feel alright
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
Everybody gonna dance around tonight
Everybody's gonna feel alright tonight
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I've got too much on my plate
Don't have no time to be a decent lover
I hope it isn't too late
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My ever present past
I've got too much on my mind
I think of everything to be discovered
I hope there's something to find
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My ever present past
The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid
I couldn't understand a word that they were saying
But still I hung around and took it all in
I wouldn't join in with the games that they were playing
It went by, it went by, in a flash
It flew by, it flew by, in a flash
There's far too much on my plate
Don't have no time to be a decent lover
I hope it's never too late
Searching for the time that has gone so fast
The time that I thought would last
My ever present past
The things I think I did
I do, I think I did
The things I think I did
When I was a kid
When I was a kid
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(Paul McCartney)
She makes me feel glad, I want her so bad
My heart is beating madly for her
If you ask me why, I'm not gonna lie
I'll have to say I adore her
Ooh, look what you do to me baby
You're making me feel so fine (so fine so fine)
Step out in front of me baby
They want you in the front line (so fine so fine)
They wanna see your sunshine, oh ya ya
She picks up daisys from a field
She loves to weave them in her hair
I know she knows it isn't real
She still hears music in the air
Its coming from inside her heart
I hope it lasts forver
The sun is shining in the sky
She wants to dance around the world
And though I'd love to be the guy
That gets to walk off with the girl
I'll go along with all she needs
And it will be my pleasure
Ooh, look what you do to me baby
You're making me feel so fine (so fine so fine)
Step out in front of me baby
They want you in the front line (so fine so fine)
They wanna see your sunshine, oh
She makes me feel glad, I want her so bad
My heart is beating madly for her
If you ask me why, I'm not gonna lie
I'll have to say I adore her
Ooh, look what you do to me baby
You're making me feel so fine (so fine so fine)
I wanna see your sunshine
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Verse One:
Well, I was found in the transit lounge
of a dirty airport town
What was I doing on the road to ruin
Well my mama laid me down
My mama laid me down
Verse Two:
Around my hand was a plastic band
With a picture of my face
I was crying, left to die
in this godforsaken place
This godforsaken place
Chorus:
Only Mama knows
what she laid me down
in this godforsaken town
She was running too
What she was running from
I always wondered
I never knew
Only Mama knows
Only Mama knows
Middle:
I'm passing through
I'm on my way
On the road, no ETA
I'm passing through
No fixed abode
And that is why....
I need to try
To hold on
I've got to hold on (3X)
Verse Three:
Was it planned as a one night stand
or did she live in disgrace
Well, I never
will I ever
see my father's face
See my father's face
Repeat Chorus (2X)
Gotta hold on... (4X)
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When was that summer when the skies were blue?
The bright red cardinal flew down from it's tree?
You tell me
When was that summer when it never rained?
The air was buzzin' with the sweet old honeybee
Let's see
You tell me
Were we there?
Was it real?
Is it truly how I feel?
Maybe
You tell me
Solo
Were we there?
Is it true?
Was I really there with you?
Let's see
You tell me
When was that summer of a dozen words?
The butterflies and hummingbirds flew free
Let's see
You tell me
Let's see
You tell
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I'm not coming down
No matter what you
I like it up here without you
Go light, Mr. Bellamy
We'll have you down soon
No one to tell me what to do
No one to hold my hand
Bellamy's got a lot to do
And I hope that you'll understand
Nobody here to spoil the view
Interfere with my plans
Bellamy's got a job to do
And he's hoping you'll understand
Steady, Lads
and Easy Does It
Ooooh, don't frighten him!
Here we go...
I'm not coming down
No matter what say
I like it up here anyway
Sit tight, Mr. Bellamy
This shouldn't take long
In the delusionary state
No wonder he's been feeling strange of late
In the delusionary state
No wonder he's been feeling strange of late
Nobody here to spoil the view
Interfere with my plans
Bellamy's got a job to do
And he's hoping you'll understand
Steady, Lads
and Easy Does It
Don't frighten him!
Here we go...
Here we go...
I'm not coming down
No matter what you
I like it up here without you
(outro) Come down, come down to me (4X)
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(Paul McCartney)
Gratitude [3x]
I'm so grateful for everything you've ever givin' me
How can I explain what it means to be loved by you
By you, loved by you, loved by you
Show my gratitude, gratitude, show my gratitude
I wanna show my gratitude, gratitude ya.
Well, I was lonely, I was living with a memory
But my cold and lonely nights ended when you sheltered me
Loved by you, I was loved by you, ya, I was loved by you
I wanna show my gratitude, gratitude, show my gratitude to you
Gratitude, show my gratitude to you, oh ya
I should stop loving you
Think what you put me through
But I don't want to lock my heart away
I will look forward to
Days when I'd be loving you
Until then, gonna wish and hope and prey
Ya ya ya ya ya!
I wanna show my gratitude, gratitude
I wanna show my gratitude, show my
Yeah my gratitude
To be loved by you, be loved by you,
Loved by you, to be loved by you
Gratitude [3x]
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(Paul McCartney)
Don't live in the past
Don't hold on to something that's changing fast
What we are, is what we are and what we wear
Is vintage clothes, vintage clothes:
We jump up for joy
Who cares if we look like a girl or boy
What we are, is what we are and what we wear
Is vintage clothes, vintage clothes:
A little more, a little tall
Check the rack
What went out, is coming back
Don't live in the past
Don't hold on to something that's changing fast
What we are, is what we are and what we wear
Is vintage clothes, vintage clothes:
A little more, a little tall
Check the rack
What went out, is coming back
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(Paul McCartney)
That was me, in the scout camp, in the school play
Spade and bucket by the sea, that was me
That was me, playing conkers at the bus stop
On a blanket in the blue bells, that was me
The same me that stands here now
When I think that all this stuff
Can make a life that's pretty hard to take it in, that was me
Well that was me, royal iris, on the river
Mersy beat n' with the band, that was me
Yeah that was me, sweating cobwebs under contract
In the cellar, on TV, that was me
The same me that stands here now
If fate agreed that all of this
To make a lifetime, who am I to disagree, that was me
That was me, accapella at the alter
in the middle of the picture, that was me
That was me at the party, sweatin' cobwebs
In a cellar on TV ya that was me
The same me that stands here now
When I think that all this stuff
Can make a life that's pretty hard to take it in, that was me
That was me, ya, that was me!
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(Paul McCartney)
Teacher said I had my head in the clouds
They directed, I suspected, disconnected hat in my way
On the street I had my feet on the ground
Stood corrected, well protected, resurrected had it my way
I've got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
I know that I'm not a square as long as their not around
But I find it very very very very very very hard
Yes I find it very very very very very very hard
Love is fab it's like a stab in the heart
My hidden treasure, made to measure, for my pleasure, I had it my way
I've got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
I know that I'm not a square as long as their not around
But I find it very very very very very very hard
Oh I find it very very very very very very hard
Yes I find it very very very very very very hard...
I've got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
I know that I'm not a square as long as their not around
But I find it so hard I find it so hard
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Lightning hits the house of wax
Poets spill out on the street
To set alight the incomplete
Remainders of the future
Hidden in the yard. Hidden in the yard.
Thunder drowns the trumpets blast
Poets scatter through the night
But they can only dream of flight
Away from their confusion
Hidden in the yard. Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay
the answer to it all
Lightning hits the house of wax
Woman scream and run around
To dance upon the battleground
Like wild demented horses
Hidden in the yard. Underneath the wall
Buried deep below a thousand layers lay
the answer to it all
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At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And this wasn't bad
So a much better place
would have to be special
No need to be sad
On the day that I die I'd like jokes to be told
And stories of old to be rolled out like carpets
That children have played on
And laid on while listening to stories of old
At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And a much better place
Would have to be special
No reason to cry
(whistling)
On the day that I die I'd like bells to be rung
And songs that were sung to be hung out like blankets
That lovers have played on
And laid on while listening to songs that were sung
At the end of the end
It's the start of a journey
To a much better place
And a much better place
Would have to be special
No reason to cry
No need to be sad
At the end of the end
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(Paul McCartney)
If you really love me baby
Better then stayin in bed
If you really love me baby, nod your head
If you really love me baby
Til you fall down dead, she said
If you ever wanna make it, nod your head
Nod it up, nod it down
Side to side, round and round
If you ever wanna prove it
Then you hang it on a thread
If you ever wanna shake it, nod your head
If you think the life your leading
Is better then the life you lead
If you like the life your livin'
Nod your head
Well nod it up, nod it down
Side to side, round and round
Round and round
If you really love me baby
Better then stayin in bed
If you really love me baby, nod your head
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Staring from a cardboard castle
Down and out
One of life's young students
Finds out what it's all about
Paper flutters
Angry taxi drivers shout
From the pages of a paper
Candles shine
On a perfect table
Laid for two who love to dine
They suggest a
Highly recommended wine
Once again the same old line
Why so sad
My fine young friend
Why so blue
Weary carriage horses stand
In single file
Someone at a crowded bus stop
Wears a friendly smile
Touching nerves that
No one's heard from in a while
Papers from the same old file
Why so sad
My fine young friend
Why so blue
Sometimes
When eyes meet you know
They have to meet again
Sometimes
Birds of a feather
Got to fly together
From a dingy attic window
Candles shine
On a perfect table
Laid for two who love to dine
Now they drink the
Highly recommended wine
Free at last and feeling fine
I'm so glad
My fine young friend
Glad for you
I'm so glad
My fine young friend
Glad for you
You used to be so blue
You used to be so blue
Why so blue
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Look at that
Look at her walking
Turning my head
Taking my breath away
Look at that
Look at her walking
Turning my head
Taking my breath away
Look at that
Look at her walking
Turning my head
Taking my breath away
Come on to me
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