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| 4:23 | 
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Well you think you had a good time
With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if its just a paper sun Ahh Paper Sun, Ahh Paper Sun In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes all thrown about Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again its nothing You just split when day is done Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume Too much sun will burn! When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home You can't make the train fare Or the six pence for the phone And icicles your crying From your cheek have just begun Dont be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand The boy who had given you so much fun Has left you so cold in the paper sun |
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| 2. |
| 4:18 |
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You ride on the swing in and out of the bars
Capturing moments of life in a jar Playing with children, acting as stars Guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind Take extra care not to lose what up feel The apple you're eating is simple and real Water the flowers that grow at you heel guiding your visions to heaven and heaven is in your mind |
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| 3. |
| 3:38 |
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Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well Call all my reindeer to graze here, call all my grain to grow Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow Many a thought unanswered, many a tale to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river And together we melt like the snow Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell Ask my bluebird to sing you, from the heart of a wishing well If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know Then together we flow like the river Then together we melt like the snow A few more miles to go Miles to freedom |
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| 4. |
| 3:17 | 
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| 6:25 |
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There were Three Men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn must die. They've plowed, They've sown, They've harrowed him in, Thrown clods upon his head. And these Three Men made a solemn Vow, John Barleycorn was dead. They've let him lie for a very long time, 'Til the rains from Heaven did fall. And little Sir John sprung up his head, And so amazed Them all. They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day, 'Til he looked both pale and wan. And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard, And so become a man. They've hired men with their scythes so sharp, To cut him off at the knees. They've rolled him and tied him by the waist, Serving him most barb'rously. They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks, Who pricked him to the Heart. And the Loader, he has served him worse than that, For he's bound him to the cart. They've wheeled him around and around a field, 'Til They came unto a barn. And there They made a solemn Oath, On poor John Barleycorn. They've hired men with their crab-tree sticks, To cord him skin from bone,. And the Miller, he has served him worse than that, For he's ground him between two stones. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, And his brandy in the glass. And little Sir John and the nutbrown bowl, Proved the strongest man at last. The Huntsman, he can't hunt the fox Nor so loudly to blow his horn. And the Tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots, Without a little barleycorn. |
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| 6. |
| 4:37 |
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Found someone who can comfort me But there are always exceptions And she's good at appearing sane But I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good When everything is against me Picks me up when I'm feeling bad So I got something to show Staring at empty pages Centered 'round the same old fire Staring at empty pages Burning along the edges Often lost and forgotten The ?weakness? and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard But I got something to show |
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| 7. |
| 4:20 |
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Found someone who can comfort me, but there are always exceptions
And she's good at appearing sane, but I just want you to know She's the one makes me feel so good when everything is against me Picks me up when I'm feeling down, so I've got something to show Staring at empty pages, centered 'round the same plot Staring at empty pages, flowing along in the ages Often lost and forgotten, the vagueness and the mud I've been thinking I'm working too hard, but I've got something to show |
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| 8. |
| 7:24 |
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Sometimes I feel so uninspired
Sometimes I feel like giving up Sometimes I feel so very tired Sometimes I feel like I've had enough Sometimes you feel like you've been hired Sometimes you feel like you've been bought Sometimes you feel like your room's been wired Sometimes you feel like you've been caught But don't let it get you down There is no reason for not failing You've got to smile and turn the other cheek So today you might get up But by tomorrow you'll be sailing And you won't even hear these words I speak Some people want to be so desired Some people can't stand the light of day Somebody's laughing while someone is crying But for to want in the close of the day But sometimes I feel like my head is spinning I'm gonna cave with all I see I don't know who's losing and I don't care who's winning Hardship and trouble following me |
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| 9. |
| 10:46 |
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Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune
Something to make us all happy Do anything take us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar Make it snappy You are the one who can make us all laugh But doing that you break out in tears Please don't be sad if it was a straight mind you had We wouldn't have known you all these years |
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| 10. |
| 4:51 |
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There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn was dead They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn |
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| 11. |
| 11:36 |
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Uh thug shit Killa Cam thug shit Yo yo I want my steak with a funky dame Honey claim cash like the Money Train Faces of death eatin monkey brain Chunky change call it iced out and flawless For all my niggas upstate with food inside the toilet Yo I'm like Hoffa mixed with Sinatra La costa nostra dude packed a toaster True motherfuckers y'all blew it motherfuckers Told you how we do it, stupid motherfucker I chew motherfuckers, know how I do it motherfuckers Lay your block down when I come through it motherfuckers Niggaz want murders, maybe I'll call Ladies'll fall, yo we killin babies and all I mean, one up in the cabbage, one up in the carriage Bing-bing-bing like ricochet rabbit, faggot Your mother sayin look at they 'matics, damn look at they habits Oh, look at they karats [Killa Sha] Paint the picture, 2-5-2 killa scripture Verse six: Chapter five, touch more lives Try to survive in this frontline with mines Deep, but I'm in the minds of foul men Too much gin, too much hash, too much cash Kinda hard to let this good shit pass So I dabble in it, heads eat and killa sin it Ya bitch niggaz wanna get in it but can't fit it Many is callin, but few is chosin And them faggot ass niggaz thats holdin, ain't goin Sha Luminatti, uh-huh, god-body Hail, rain, and earthquakes when I break A warning to the fakes (true that) Play the dark and brought to the light Lift up your dress for spite Lyrical fight, for forty days and forty nights Automatically tight, to the blind I bring sight Ninety-nine omega, captivate through your vega Rhyme slayer, do |
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| 12. |
| 11:06 |
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And it's a fact, you are cold, they react, dream Gerrard
Hippos don't wear hats, lobsters shriek if provoked On long blue ribbons That he may see while he sleeps Monsieur Old Neddy, he wears spectacles in bed That he may see dreams more clearly The night, it will be black, and white raven croaking I am thirsty, die, they won't let it be They think it should be done with reality I scream from a skull. Fritz, bring your wigwam They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality They won't let it be They think it should be done with reality, with reality |
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