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How many days has it been
Since I was born How many days until I die Do I know any ways That I can make you laugh Or do I only know how to make you cry When the baby looks around him It's such a sight to see He shares a simple secret With the wise man He's a stranger in a strange land Just a stranger in a strange land Tell me why He's a stranger in a strange land Just a stranger in a strange land How many miles will it take To see the sun And how many years until it's done Kiss my confusion away in the night Lay by side when the morning comes And the baby looks around him And shares his bed of hay With the burrow in the palace of the king He's a stranger in a strange land Tell me why He's a stranger in a strange land Just a stranger in a strange land Well, I don't exactly know What's going on in the world today Don't know what there is to say About the way the people are treating Each other, not like brothers Leaders take us far away from ecology With mythology and astrology Has got some words to say About the way we live today Why can't we learn to love each other It's time to turn a new face To the whole world wide human race Stop the money chase Lay back, relax Get back on the human track Stop racing toward oblivion Oh, such a sad, sad state we're in And that's a thing Do you recognize the bells of truth When you hear them ring Won't you stop and listen To the children sing Won't you come on and sing it children He's a stranger in a strange land Just a stranger in a strange land |
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| 2. |
| 4:22 |
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Hung up in a Pennsylvania mining town
Got down to Boston in time for tea Don't know exactly just what's going down Better hang around until I see. She uses beauty like a knife She cuts me even more, she changes Right before my eyes into something ugly and sore. Beauty like a knife She cuts me even more, she changes Right before my eyes into something strange and more. Don't bomb the inn, I'm on a holiday But Oklahoma's just a jet away And the blood is on the books in Ohio So badly stained, what can I say? |
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| 3. |
| 5:08 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:59 |
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| 5. |
| 3:26 |
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| 6. |
| 3:51 |
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| 7. |
| 4:00 |
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Kids, planes, runway strikes
Flashy pimps and family fights Spotted dogs, blood-shot eyes Our space captain laughs and tries To understand the scheme of things But just in time the scene has changed The bus is here, bring the beer Sherman's reading Shakespeare Movie makers, boobie shakers And Saxy airplane ticket takers Union members Leo Fender's pride and joy Electric toy Teachers, learners Incense burners Religious leaders and chronic bleeders Thieves and pirates on a ride It's a hippie commune bonafied But Okies and Limeys, curtain climbers Stones and future Dominoes Know which way the wind blows Stolen cola no one knows The shadow do But it's still a shady crew 'Cause I love her, and she loves you Just myself and forty friends In the name of Cocker power Out here on the road again With Mad Dogs and Englishmen |
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| 4:00 |
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| 2:58 |
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| 10. |
| 3:20 |
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| 11. |
| 4:40 |
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| 12. |
| 3:38 |
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| 13. |
| 3:19 |
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My love, she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like ice, like fire And the people carry roses Make promises by the hours My love, she laughs just like the flowers That valentines can't buy In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of all kinds of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall And some speak of the future My love, she only speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And failure's no success at all Alright Yeah, the cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge Statues made of matchsticks They crumble into one another My love winks, she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true like ice, like fire And the people carry roses Make promises by the hours My love, she laughs like the flowers That valentines can't buy her |
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| 3:26 |
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Well, she's got everything she needs, she's an artist and she don't look back
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist and she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black You'll start out standing and you're proud to steal her anything she sees Well, you'll start out standing and you're proud to steal her anything she sees But you will wind up peeking through a keyhole, down upon your knees Oh, she never stumbles and she's got no place to fall I tell ya, she never stumbles and she's got no place to fall Hell, she's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all Oh, bow down to her on Sunday and salute her when her birthday comes Oh, bow down to her on Sunday and salute her when her birthday comes, look out For Halloween, buy her a trumpet and for Christmas, won't you buy her a big bass drum She's got everything she needs, she's an artist and she don't look back She's got everything she needs, she's an artist and she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black |
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