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| 2:59 | 
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There must be some way out of here,
said the joker to the thief, "There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief. Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth, None of them along the line know what any of it is worth." "No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke, "There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke. But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate, So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." All along the watchtower, princes kept the view While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too. Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl, Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl |
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| 2. |
| 3:15 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:03 |
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| 4. |
| 3:56 |
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Ready or not
Here I come Who shall I say is calling Hold the line Don't hang up The shutter's open and my image is refracting Through wide wild angles of Publicity Ready or not Tongue in groove Lose yourself and wait for your heart to speak Your only cue A needle starts to cut Lasers start tracking Slow acting acids of Industry As the whole world turns us around I keep hearing life's echo sound Songs of rhyming meaning Hiding somehow Ready or not Ready or not Here I come Naked eyes and naked ears Sighting in Sounding out Fear can always frighten up a few disciples But no thing can convert True identity |
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| 5. |
| 4:30 |
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| 6. |
| 2:17 |
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| 7. |
| 3:10 |
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| 8. |
| 4:29 |
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The woman of the world turns slowly
Days are drawn?seasons start to change She finds that natural boundary Her eyes change color?sounds begin to fade I slowly turn away… from the woman of the world The woman of the world holds me to colder courses farther out to sea where no one really knows me and if the anchor’s out boarders love and leave She’s waiting on the beach… my woman of the world No one hears the way she whispers every changing season Through every falling rain I listen without reason… without reason… ’till the woman of the world shows me the secret seed she planted in my heart Her breath is cool to sway me Roots shoot down Her eyes begin to shine My love runs leaf and vine through the woman of the world… |
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| 9. |
| 3:24 |
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| 10. |
| 3:20 |
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| 11. |
| 5:13 |
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| 12. |
| 4:35 |
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