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7. | Notre Dame Des Fleurs |
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Give me a sign if you know about the future
Tell me the reason why you look oh so sad
Somewhere in time another premonition
Or is it a memory of what happened in the past
Cassandra, when we cry
Cassandra, the legend dies
Cassandra, stay the night
Cassandra, till sunrise
Open the door if you can brave the danger
Haven't you seen by now what lies ahead
Nobody listens till it's too late to change it
Was in suspicion no matter what you said
Cassandra, when you cry
Cassandra, the legend dies
Cassandra, stay the night
Cassandra, till sunrise
Cassandra when you cry
Cassandra, till sunrise
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Every day a little harder
Look out boy, you're on your own!
Every day a little softer
You don't seem to be on your toes
It's just a job, swing with the punches
Pick up your hands, sting like a bee.
Prizefighters heading for home
Prizefighters everyone knows.
Every day a little slower
It's just the sweat in my eyes
You don't look the way you used to.
Don't drink that water though it tastes nice.
On the ropes and in a corner.
You've just got to give me one more try
Prizefighters heading for home
Prizefighters everyone knows
Who made the money?
I didn't spend it!
The dice were loaded once or twice
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
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Every day a little harder
Look out boy, you're on your own!
Every day a little softer
You don't seem to be on your toes
It's just a job, swing with the punches
Pick up your hands, sting like a bee.
Prizefighters heading for home
Prizefighters everyone knows.
Every day a little slower
It's just the sweat in my eyes
You don't look the way you used to.
Don't drink that water though it tastes nice.
On the ropes and in a corner.
You've just got to give me one more try
Prizefighters heading for home
Prizefighters everyone knows
Who made the money?
I didn't spend it!
The dice were loaded once or twice
Prizefighters, heading for home
Prizefighters, everyone knows
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Football Saturday
And our team has won
Looking for a fight
Now the game has just begun
All around our favoured nation
Some beat to a different drum
Carry knives and carry grudges
Drawing blood just for fun
If you stare at me
You will pay the price
Like the master race
We believe that might is right
It's war from the way I see it
Starting with the place you're born
Somewhere there's a light in the distance
Run for cover and keep me warm
Someday soon I'll taste sweet freedom
With a woman like you
I know that I can change
From gaol it's a hard climb upwards
There were others worse than me
I dreamt that a angel told me
Only love can you free
Someday soon I'll taste sweet freedom
With a woman like you
I know that I can change
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Fascinating, Captain...
When I come in from the cold
I need somebody to hold
Sometimes it's the price you pay
Feels so good I can't stay.
Don't fall in love with me
I'll hurt you, can't you see?
Don't fall in love with me
It was never meant to be
Better stop wearing that frown
When Johnny comes marching in to town
You can squeeze the trigger on my gun
Get ready, start to run
Don't fall in love with me
I'll hurt you can't you see?
Don't fall in love with me
It was never meant to be
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Nobody knows what tomorrow may bring
Or how far we may be blown by the wind
Over the fields and far from home
There are those who'll try to rob you of what you know.
One thing that's clear
One thing I know
Oh how I love you
Go sail away to a distant shore
Searching for something found inside your front door
One thing you'll see
One thing you'll know
Oh how I love you
You used to say that I'm so happy with you
Well, nothing's changed it's just the things that we do
On those cloudy, cloudy days
When the skies are turned to grey
Something you know
Something for sure
Oh how I love you
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You know it's so hard
To be up before dawn
A few seconds' breath
A last cigarette
Execution fever
In a war torn land
Maybe it's the will of the Lord
Or the mind of man
There's been heavy fighting
In the Gulf of Iran
Pour away your whiskey
Or meet the kiss of the lash
Cover up your women
Like it says in the Koran
Maybe it's the will of the Lord
Or the mind of man
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