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I don't see the future, I feel it day to day
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay Trucking down to London, gigs that never end Foggy days and motorways will drive me round the bend An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again Went to see my agent, natty looking gent Dirty dates and dirty plays, I must be trucking bent Only real solution, help me on my way Close my eyes and visualise some peace to help me play An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again When time is tight your look ain't right And keeping time is an upward climb P's and Q's just follow you And all the time you feel the grime like hell Creeping down the highway, feel like one per cent May God make the papers say we're going where we'll win We don't mind a work down when the night is through Kids give us the feeling that we only give to you An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again An' again When time is tight your look ain't right And keeping time is an upward climb P's and Q's just follow you And all the time you feel the grime like hell |
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Some people try to tell me that life is a joy
Others think I'm crazy when I say it's a toy Only the lonely understand that it's true Only Britannia has the right to waive the rules Any man can realize that love is not a sin All you do is shake it up and then you let it in Any man can realize that life is just a toy Take a chance and waive the rules And make your time a joy I met a woman the other day, She told me that it was egg on my face It was a certain disgrace, I can't take it no more I'm just insisting I do understand, I'll never be a part of the band They start to teach you at school If I were Britannia, I'd waive the rules Temptation's on your mind, It's gonna make your body high Although you know it was only pride, but I paid You'll earn your ticket out of rock and roll But some are pulling you home I take it that you don't know, It's just a part of the show They couldn't make me see why, There ain't no blue in the sky That's like they teach you at school Temptation's on your mind, It's gonna make your body high Although you know it 's pride If I were Britannia, I'd waive the rules |
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Heaven knows your name
Like the river it flows through my veins Children speak the same As the voice, that I hear plays its game But I know, I know that they'll know That the man in the moon Has a traveling tune Heaven has its face As the thought in my head takes its place You seek it and you will find That people might say you were blind But they know, they know that I know Like the sun and the moon I'll be traveling soon Heaven has no doors Just the thought in my head and it's cold And the voice that we hear Says the words that are close to my ears I'll know, I'll know that they'll know Like the sun and the moon I'll be traveling soon |
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Ten thousand men are waiting to take the place of you
Much money to be made, they're exchanging point of view Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more Love is the reason they ain't got no place in with me. Life is a game of chess boy, you're just another pawn Homebreakers claw your heart out They hide with curtains drawn Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more I'm just protesting 'cause people keep messing me round You keep your eyelids open, don't ever be forlorn 'Cause if the money's coming, your battle chips are down Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more Love has been wasted it should have been tasted by you Love has been wasted time and time again Over and over Baby I don't need the action, show me the way to the door Always a sky high percentage, why do I come back for more I got the notion that love is an ocean of weeds Ten thousand men are waiting to take the place of you Much money to be made, they're exchanging point of view I've got a piece of the action, don't need a key to the door I'm on a sky high persuader why did you come back for more Love is the reason you ain't got no place in with me Love has been wasted |
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Black velvet stallion, you are gone
Chasing a windsong, be my son Always here wondering Hoof beats are thundering through me Maybe you're running from me Black velvet stallion are you near Carry me far away from my fear Son of an Arab mare Roaming on solid air and free While you are living be free Black velvet stallion be alone Send me a messenger call me home Pictures and silhouettes Spending a pirouette on me Maybe you're coming to me Black velvet stallion you're my child Flower of tenderness growing wild Look through my wilderness No one would ever guess you're me What I am seeing is me |
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