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In my nightmare everything's wrong
I'm waiting for love, but you come along You smile, you wave, you great me, Ciao! But you seem too happy to see me somehow Then the sky falls in on my head Your nails grow long, your eyes turn red You say, forever dear and a day You promise you're never going to go away And my feet won't move when I run the other way [Chorus] I can't wake up to save my life I can't wake up to save my life In my nightmare you forgive me The cruellest gift you could ever give me You say that you understand me now But your eyes say, brother, I'll get you somehow Then the lightning streaks across the room You smell like something fresh from the tomb You squeeze too hard, you iinsist on kissing When it seems like half your face is missing And your hair's turned into reptiles hissing [Chorus] Things I done make my dreams go bad Like Borstal boys coming home to Dad What ye reap so shall ye sow Now shake me, wake me, go man go [Chorus] |
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Let me rock you in my arms
I'll hold you safe and small A refugee from the Seraphim In your rich girl rags and all Did your dreams die young? Were they too hard won? Did you reach too high and fall? And there is no rest for the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all Your eyes seem from a different face They've seen that much that soon Your cheek too cold, too pale to shine Like an old and waning moon And there is no peace, no true release No secret place to crawl And there is no rest for the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all If tears unshed could heal your heart If words unsaid could sway Then watch you melt into the night With Adieu, and rue the day Did your dreams die young? Were they too hard won? Did you reach too high and fall? And there is no rest for the ones God blessed And he blessed you best of all |
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I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the Summer of Love They were burning babies, burning flags The hawks against the doves I took a job in the steamie Down on Cauldrum Street And I fell in love with a laundry girl Who was working next to me Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" Brown hair zig-zag around her face And a look of half-surprise Like a fox caught in the headlights There was animal in her eyes She said, "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind" Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine that I might crush her where she lay She was a lost child, she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" We busked around the market towns And picked fruit down in Kent And we could tinker lamps and pots And knives wherever we went And I said that we might settle down Get a few acres dug Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug She said "Oh man, you foolish man It surely sounds like hell You might be Lord of half the world You'll not own me as well" Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing So fine a breath of wind might blow her away She was a lost child, oh she was running wild She said, "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay And you wouldn't want me any other way" We was camping down the Gower one time The work was pretty good She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost And I thought maybe we should We was drinking more in those days And tempers reached a pitch And like a fool I let her run With the rambling itch Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough Back on the Derby beat White Horse in her hip pocket And a wolfhound at her feet And they say she even married once A man named Romany Brown But even a gypsy caravan Was too much settling down And they say her flower is faded now Hard weather and hard booze But maybe that's just the price You pay for the chains you refuse Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing And I miss her more than ever words could say If I could just taste all of her wildness now If I could hold her in my arms today Well I wouldn't want her any other way |
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