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Thompson
The tears fall down like whisky
The tears fall down like wine
On an island made of cocaine
In a sea of turpentine
We all need some assistance
But won't that day be fine
When we're walking down the streets of Paradise
Tar brush on the corner
I've never seen him before
He drank ten fingers of what they had
Now his feet don't touch the floor
He can't see me or this dirty old town
He's got nothing to look for
He's walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
I'd trade my silver mansion
With a guard on every door
I'd trade my wealth and treasure
And the sash my father wore
I'd trade my little sister
And my brother who went before
To be walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
I asked you for a racehorse
Now don't hand me no mule
I asked you for a fast car
Don't you take me for a fool
Just hand me down my telescope
And a bullet I can chew
I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
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It seems like a lifetime since I saw you
Lover lover I've been away too long
When I see lovers holding hands and sighing
I hang my head for shame of doing wrong
Bus wheels spinning, song birds singing break my heart
Take me back to old remembered days
Remind me of the times we spent together
Times before we went our separate ways
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I'm sorry for the things I've said, the things I've done
I'm sorry for the restless thief I've been
Please don't make me pay for my deceiving heart
Just turn up your lamp and let me in
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
I wish I was a fool for you again
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Thompson
Called him poor boy, you took him for fun
He dressed for the tinkering trade
He dressed for the tinkering trade
Now the poor boy is taken away.
No use waiting like a ghost in a dream
The world has no comfort to bring
The world has no comfort to bring
He left you, took everything.
No use standing, waving adieu
The penny won't drop in your mind
The penny won't drop in your mind
The old flame has left you behind.
No use crying in a room full of memories
You never will find yesterday
You never will find yesterday
And the poor boy is taken away.
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Thompson
Night comes in like some cool river
How can there be, be another day ?
Take my hand, oh, real companion
And we'll dance, we'll dance 'till we fade away.
Oh, the songs pour down like silver
They can only, only break my heart
Drink the wine, the wine of lovers
Lovers tired of being apart.
Dancing 'till my feet don't touch the ground
I lose my mind and dance forever
Lose my mind and dance forever
Turn my world around
Turn my world around.
Oh, this night is like no other
And this room is ringing in my ears
And these friends will never leave me
And these tears are like no other tears.
Dancing 'till my feet don't touch the ground
I lose my mind and dance forever
Lose my mind and dance forever
Turn my world around
Turn my world around.
Well, I may find that street tomorrow
Leave the shadow of my lonely room
See my one, my one and only
Heart and soul, I'm coming soon.
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Thompson
Jet plane in a rocking chair
Roller coaster roll nowhere
Deaf and dumb old dancing bear
I'll change this heart of mine
This time, this time.
Sea cruise in a diving bell
Run a mile in a wishing well
Soft soap and nothing to sell
I'll change this heart of mine
This time, this time.
Here comes the real thing
I've been waiting for so long, for so long
I've been looking for a love like you.
Crossed-line on the telephone
Crossed eyes and a canny moan
Cross fingers and head for home
I'll change this heart of mine
This time, this time.
Play sick in a feather bed
Act cool when you're stony dead
I'm a fool with a size one head
I'll change this heart of mine
This time, this time.
Here comes the real thing
I've been waiting for so long, for so long
I've been looking for a love like you.
Jet plane in a rocking chair
Roller coaster roll nowhere
Deaf and dumb old dancing bear
I'll change this heart of mine
This time, this time
This time, this time
This time, this time.
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I'm beating my retreat
Back home to you
I'm beating my retreat
Back home to you
I'm burning all my bridges
I'm burning all my bridges
I'm burning all my bridges
I'm running back home to you
I'm trailing my colours
Back home to you
I'm trailing my colours
Back home to you
This world is filled with sadness
This world is filled with sadness
This world is filled with sadness
I'm running back home to you
I'll follow the drum
Back home to you
I'll follow the drum
Back home to you
There was no joy in my leaving
There was no joy in my leaving
There was no joy in my leaving
I'm running back home to you
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Thompson
They say running into you is like running into trouble
You bend my ear and I see double
You're everybody's idea of a waste of time.
You still come around 'cause I used to listen
But I run a steamship, I don' run a mission
Don't be mistaken in thinking you're a friend of mine.
Those hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you
Hard luck stories, you're going to drive me out of my mind
Hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you
Hard luck stories, you're going to drive me out of my mind.
Well, the boss won't give you change of a penny
Everybody's got money but you haven't any
If I cared about you, I'd say it was a crying shame.
Your wife ran away, she left you on Sunday
She cried when she left you, she was laughing on Monday
She should have known better and never gone and changed her name.
Those hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you
Hard luck stories, you're going to drive me out of my mind
Hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you
Hard luck stories, you're going to drive me out of my mind.
Why don't you grow up ? Why don't you settle down ?
Why don't you get a job ? Why don't you leave town ?
Even a chicken has to do what it has to do.
You don't like one thing, you don't like another
You don't like anything that looks like bother
Everyone don't like something and we all don't like you.
Those hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you
Hard luck stories, you're going to drive me out of my mind
Hard luck stories, it's all I ever get from you
Hard luck stories, you're going to drive me out of my mind.
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This old house is falling down around my ears
I'm drowning in the river of my tears
When all my will is gone you hold me sway
I need you at the dimming of the day
You pulled me like the moon pulls on the tide
You know just where I keep my better side
What days have come to keep us far apart
A broken promise or a broken heart
Now all the bonny birds have wheeled away
I need you at the dimming of the day
Come the night you're only what I want
Come the night you could be my confidant
I see you on the street in company
Why don't you come and ease your mind with me
I'm living for the night we steal away
I need you at the dimming of the day
I need you at the dimming of the day
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Thompson
The tears fall down like whisky
The tears fall down like wine
On an island made of cocaine
In a sea of turpentine
We all need some assistance
But won't that day be fine
When we're walking down the streets of Paradise
Tar brush on the corner
I've never seen him before
He drank ten fingers of what they had
Now his feet don't touch the floor
He can't see me or this dirty old town
He's got nothing to look for
He's walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
I'd trade my silver mansion
With a guard on every door
I'd trade my wealth and treasure
And the sash my father wore
I'd trade my little sister
And my brother who went before
To be walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
I asked you for a racehorse
Now don't hand me no mule
I asked you for a fast car
Don't you take me for a fool
Just hand me down my telescope
And a bullet I can chew
I'll be walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
Walking down the streets of Paradise
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Penn-Moman
At the dark end of the street
That's where we'd always meet
Just in shadows where we don't belong
Living in darkness to hide our wrong.
You and me at the dark end of the street
You and me.
I know that time's gonna take its toll
We've got to give back all the love that we stole
It's a sin and we know it's wrong
Oh, but our love keeps coming on strong.
You and me at the dark end of the street
Just you and me.
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
They're going to find us someday
We steal away to the dark end of the street
You and me.
If you take a walk downtown
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If you should see me just walk on by
Oh, darling, please, don't cry.
Tonight we'll meet at the dark end of the street
Just you and me.
They're going to find us
They're going to find us
They're going to find us someday
We steal away to the dark end of the street
You and me
You and me
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