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This song is a gateway song
Why don't you sing along-long
To the gateway song
Brings us up nicely to the harder stuff
And once you get hooked
You can't get enough, oh yeah
This song is a gateway song
It's a numero uno sing-along
Opens up nicely to the harder stuff
And once you get hooked
You can't get enough, oh yeah
This song is a gateway song
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I could have told you why
It would have made me cry a little
I could have told you lies
It would have made me die a little
I could have told you anything
Except the truth which burns my middle
Run away that's what I did today
Run away there's nothing I could have said
You found another love
Someone to wipe away your tears
I left it all behind of me
Never to turn and face my fears
We may have fought with teeth and nails
I still recall your banking details
Run away that's what I did today
Run away there's nothing I could have said
those who cry and run away
Live to cry another day
Run away that's what I did today
Run away there's nothing I could have said
Run away that's what I did today
Run away there's nothing I could have said
Run away that's what I did today
Run away there's nothing I could have said
But cry a little
Lie a little
Die, just a little
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Let me tell you something, creature
Wherever you go, there's someone waiting to show you the ropes
Letting you glide along the sky like a moonbeam baby
To the city outside
Don't criticise those faces you see
They only want to empathize with thee
That's when you show your hand
And reach for the stars
Reaching back for that moment
When we wrecked our cars
Show your hand, baby
Let's be free,
Show your hand
They flock in droves,
They hide in coves
No one wants to be seen in the bee-line, zee-line outta the way
It's okay, honey, we're in it to win it
And that's why we're throwing ourselves minute by minute
Let them know that there's no holding back
That's when you show your hand
And reach for the stars
Reaching back for that moment
When we wrecked our cars
Show your hand, baby
Let's be free,
Show your hand
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A parcel arrived:
It was the gift that keeps giving.
I opened it up.
and all the bells started ringing.
Gonna take you right back,
Right back to the begining
Of The gift that keeps givin again
It's the Gift that keeps giving again.
Well before I received,
This gift that keeps on giving.
I was always perceived as a loser,
That kept losing.
Well look at me now,
I'm a reciever that's reciving.
All these gifts that keeps giving again.
It's the gift that keeps giving again.
Giving the gift that keeps giving again.
It's the gift that keeps giving again.
Give it again, give it again, give it again.
Give it again, give it again.
Giving the gifts that keeps giving again.
It's the gift that keeps giving again.
It's the gift that keeps giving.
Recievers keep receiving.
It's the gift that keeps giving again.
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Sometimes feel I'm running around
When I'm running around
Running around
Round round round
Sometimes I feel lost when I'm found
Yes I'm lost when I'm found
Head in the ground
Boo-hoo-hoo
People feel so free when they're bound
To the circular pound
After circular pound
Wow, wow, wow
I believe in death after life
Yes in death after life
Switch off the light
Bye-bye
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Neo consumer
Neo consumer
Consumer
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Neo consumer
Neo consumer
Consumer
Sometimes I get lost in the mall
Well I'm feeling so small
No longer tall
Uh, uh, uh
Insignificant and in thrall
Of the force of it all
Back to the wall
Bang, bang, bang!
Shit hole made to look underground
Where I'm buying my round
...
Oh, oh, oh
Spending all my time buying stuff
When I've more than enough
More than enough
Cough, cough
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Neo consumer
Neo consumer
Consumer
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Neo consumer
Neo consumer
Consumer
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Neo consumer
Neo consumer
Consumer
Neo consumer
Neo consumer
Consumer
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Hey Venus, did you catch the sun?
Hey Venus, did you catch the sun?
While searching for the sound that shines
Into the night, into the night, into night
She blew my mind up by remote control
Where my ears were you�ll see a hole
Take a look inside
And we will fly
Into the night
On the horizon we can hear a noise
Coming at us with an ancient poise
Professorsaurus, come and teach the sound
That shines a light
Into the night, into night
Shine! Shine through the Milky Way
Keep all the ghosts at bay
Shine through the Milky Way
Shine! Shine through the Milky Way
Leave me in disarray
Shine through the Milky Way
Was so relaxed I threw my watch
Into the sea
And watched it drift away
Consummated as a castaway
Still searching for the sound that shines
Into the night
Bring all your friends
And get them all involved
Roll up your sleeves
And get the problem solved
Together we'll build a sound that shines
Into the night, into the night, into night
Shine! Shine through the Milky Way
Keep all the ghosts at bay
Shine through the Milky Way
Shine! Shine through the Milky Way
Blind me by ricochet
Shine through the Milky Way
Shine! Shine through the universe
Into the night immerse
Shine through the universe
Shine! Shine through the Milky Way
Rise up and fly away
Shine through the Milky Way
Shine! Shine through the Milky Way
Keep all the ghosts at bay
Shine through the Milky Way
Shine! Shine through the Milky Way
Blind me by ricochet
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Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Frothing at the mouth
Ascending to heaven
Mental note to self:
Keep in safe place away from harm
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Frothing at the mouth
Ascending to heaven
See you on the other side
Sorry to cut your life so short
Mental note to self:
Keep in safe place away from harm
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Frothing at the mouth
Ascending to heaven
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby, baby, baby
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby ate my eight ball
Baby
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You can't run.
though you might try
be sure
before we goodbye.
Eat your drink.
and drink your food.
Through life.
I'll live by these rules.
As with you.
I love to live.
So please.
no more passing ships.
Who's the fool.
who suffers fools?
Is it me or
is it you?
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Suckers in the country
Suckers in the city
Suckers up in outer space
Suckers to the north and
Suckers to the south and
Suckers to the east and west
Tell me you're a phoenix
Rising far above
All the
Suckers in the mainstream
Suckers in their slipstream
Suckers in the underground
Suckers on the benches
Suckers in the trenches
Suckers in the lost and found
Tell me you're a phoenix
Rising far above
All the
Suckers in the movies
Suckers on the DVDs
Suckers on the TV screens
It's over and we've just begun
Tell me you're a phoenix
Rising far above
All the
Suckers in the meantime
Suckers in the nighttime
Suckers in the afternoon
Suckers playing stadiums
Filled up to the rafters
Singing power ballad songs
Tell me you're a phoenix
Rising far above
All those
Suckers in the boardrooms
Suckers in the showrooms
Suckers on the tennis courts
Suckers in reactors
Splitting up the atoms
Suckers messing up my hair
Tell me you're a phoenix
Rising far above
And that
Sucker in the mirror
Sucker needs a tuner
Sucker needs to buy a comb
It's over and we've just begun
Oh, we've just begun
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Battersea Odyssey
Battersea Odyssey
The power goes direct to my head
Battersea Odyssey
Battersea Odyssey
The future ain�t what is should have been
Seen better times
But she always shines
Battersea
Battersea Odyssey
Battersea Odyssey
Fell in love with what looks like a flying V
Battersea Odyssey
Battersea Odyssey
Status Quo versus danger zone
Seen better times
But she always shines
Battersea
Battersea Odyssey
Battersea Odyssey
Battersea Odyssey
Battersea Odyssey
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Packed her life in a bag
Sucking deep on a fag
Said good-bye to the mirror
Threw her keys the in the river
And ran along
Took the train to the city
Had her grandmother's beauty
Got the luckiest of brakes
Spotted buying a rake
For herself in a garden centre
Bring down those darkest years
Bring down the chandeliers
We'll take you on at your game
Let the wolves howl at the moon
Let the wolves howl at the moon
For the end, it comes so soon
Let the wolves howl at the moon
Little by little
Took that road to the middle
No more peripheral visions
Now she's on television
Making light of her past excesses
Bring down the chandeliers
Bring down these darkest years
We'll take you on at your game
Let the wolves howl at the moon
Let the wolves howl at the moon
For the end, it comes so soon
Let the wolves howl at the moon
Let the wolves howl at the moon
Let the wolves howl at the moon
For the end, it comes so soon
Let the wolves howl at the moon
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