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| 2. |
| 3:50 | 
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Well it`s been a long time, long time now
since I`ve seen you smile. And I`ll gamble away my fright. And I`ll gamble away my time. And in a year, a year or so this will slip into the sea Well, it`s been a long time, long time now since I`ve seen you smile Nobody raise their voices Just another night in Nantes Nobody raise their voices Just another night in Nantes |
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| 3:36 |
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All I want is the best for our lives my dear
And you know my wishes are sincere What's to say, all the days I cannot bear A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang About a Sunday smile, and we felt clean We burnt to the ground, left a view to admire Buildings aside, church of white We burnt to the ground, left a grave to admire Hills reach for the sky, reach the church of white A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang A Sunday smile, we wore it for a while And at cemetery mile we paused and sang About a Sunday smile, and we felt clean |
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| 4. |
| 3:31 |
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In the hall I heard your faints falling
your trial and my corrections made You have all the prayers of my loose heart. You have all the prayers of my No I was not there on the church stairs. The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear No I was not there on the church stairs. The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear Me, I wanted, I wanted the right time Me, I wanted, I wanted the fire in line Me, I wanted, I wanted the right time Me, I wanted, I wanted the fire in line |
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| 5. |
| 1:58 |
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| 6. |
| 3:52 |
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A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor
Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter I'll beat on my drum until then. But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? What melody will see him in my arms again? Set fire to foundation and burn out the station You'll never get nothing of mine The pane of my window will flicker and billow I won't leave a stitching behind But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? What melody will see him in my arms again? I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold |
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| 7. |
| 2:22 |
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Like an ancient day and I'm on trial
Let them seize the way, this once was an island And I could not stay for I believed them Left for the lights always in season Impassable night in a crowd of homesick Fully grown children, you'll leave the lights Your family may not wait, Sir, keep on believing Our parents rue the day, they find us kneeling Let them think what they may, for they've good reason Left for the lights always in season |
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| 8. |
| 3:34 |
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| 9. |
| 3:11 |
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Time travels to know
Your secret life In your mausoleum And Berlin is So ugly in the morning light But with them, I could never feel so right |
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| 2:51 |
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| 11. |
| 3:33 |
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And a fall from you
is a long way down I've found a better way out And a fall from here is a long way down I know a better way out Well it's been a long time since I've seen you smile Gambled away my fright Till the morning lights shine It's been a long time since I've seen you smile Gambled away my fright Till the morning lights shine Sunday morning only fog on the limbs I called it again what do you know And I filled our days with cards and gin You're alight again, my dear I will lead the way, Oh, lead the way when I know And I'll sleep away, I'll sweep away what I don't Well seize the way, Oh, seize the way, no, I won't I will lead the way, Oh, lead the day when I know |
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| 2:59 |
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All these saints that I move without
I lose without a name All these saints, they move without They moved throughout again Well, all these places will lose without Will lose without a name |
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| 3:05 |
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I built my house of reeds upon a marsh in Elise
My father was released a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone-white sands of San Denise Silence of an airborne night push high above the roof Daughters of the Red lights blind the icy works of art The city lights and restless nights go once upon the Lord You and I will lie beside the fire sparked from boards It's yours |
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