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3. | Young 'Til Yesterday |
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5. | Through With You |
6. | Where Do You Go |
7. | Do What You Will |
8. | Happy Days |
9. | Through My Window |
10. | Velvet Box |
11. | I Don't Like The Way The World Is |
12. | Other Side |
13. | Four Letter Girl |
14. | The Other Side |
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Set like jewels in eternity
Stars are hanging in a canopy
Protecting us from the distant dawn of morning.
Moonlight streams through the curtain lace
Windchime shimmering upon your face
Then it spreads like ripples through the pool of my existence.
You fascinate me and captivate me, why?
I guess there's just something about you
I guess there's just something about you
About you
Sun king floral in the orange sky
Dream procession leaves you far behind
But there's something living in the space that grows between us.
You hypnotise me and mesmerise me, how?
I guess there's just something about you
I guess there's just something about you
About you
I guess there's just something about you
I guess there's just something about you
About you
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Morning began And your head popped out with your heart and your hands
It's easy to see why you'd gladly shovel dirt for a fee
But where in the world, could a sad, sad, sadder tale be heard?
It's over your head to be good, why be content to be led?
Now you walk all up and down your street
Your head hung down right to your feet
So take the time to carve your name
On a rocking chair within the grain
And wait until the evening sees you there
And though the morning went too soon
You're headed through the afternoon
So rack your brains now, see why you should care
Miserable girl
She's the end result of a miserable world
You start to depend on your longing, for the start of the end
It's always the same
Now that life means nothing but hunger and pain
Your passing away, you have nothing but the start of decay
Now you walk all up and down your street
Your head hung down right to your feet
And wait until the evening sees you there
And though the morning went too soon
You're headed through the afternoon
So rack your brains now, see why you should care
I heard somebody said, you'd rather you were dead
So take the time to carve your name
On a rocking chair within the grain
And wait until the evening sees you there
And though the morning went too soon
You're headed through the afternoon
So rack your brains now see why you should care
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They're staging the show in the theatre world
All the crowds have come in.
The stage has been set and the curtains are up
For the show to begin.
All over the world every player is heard
And his message of doom.
Is called everywhere and is send through the air
And it lands in my room
Just watch the clown how he laughs and he sings
Filling the world with unspeakable things
Playing to hearts that just warm with every word
Look at the clown how he laughs and he smiles
Into the face of each heart he defiles
While in the distance the fireworks can be heard
The smile is been spreading all over the faces
Who've read the reviews.
It's only to tell things are going so well
Now it's all in the news
The people with wealth are a picture of health
Now you must understand
That all that we have and the future of love
Is kept save in their hands.
Just watch the clown how he laughs and he sings
Filling the world with unspeakable things
Playing to hearts that just warm with every word
Look at the clown how he laughs and he smiles
Into the face of each heart he defiles
While in the distance the fireworks can be heard
Just watch the clown how he laughs and he sings
Filling the world with unspeakable things
Playing to hearts that just warm with every word
Look at the clown how he laughs and he smiles
Into the face of each heart he defiles
While in the distance the fireworks can be heard
Fireworks can be heard
Fireworks can be heard
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