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They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
Some live in mansions And some live in holes Some eat from silver And some eat from gold Some sift through garbage And sleep in the cold I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream Once we had a country And thought it so fair If you look through the mirror You can still find it there But now our great country Is broken and torn And all of its promise And liberties worn I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream I saw a great plain in winter All covered in snow Ten thousand soldiers That marched to and fro I saw a broken down building With ten thousand doors But none of them open And none of them yours I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars I saw a deep river all choked up with cars A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream An old English church yard and an old English dream |
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| 3:35 |
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I've been body swerved, close observed
Down the well, kiss and tell I've been lost an' found, underground Good as gold, overload I've been crazy glued, baby blued Off the wall, too close to call I've been Chinese rocks I've been shadow boxed I've been squeezed an' stroked, okee-doked Gone an' went, heaven sent I've been fluffed an' fussed, cuffed an' cussed Show of hands, shadow lands I've been down to the wire, house on fire Reconditioned, under suspicion I've been Chinese rocks I've been shadow boxed I've been instant karma, Dalai Lama Living proof, an' cosmic truth I've been powder kegged, heavy lead Out of bounds, what's that sound I've been down to the wire, house on fire Reconditioned, under suspicion I've been lost an' found, underground Good as gold, overload I've been crazy glued, baby blued Off the wall, too close to call I've been Chinese rocks I've been shadow boxed |
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| 3. |
| 2:44 |
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A robe of silk I'd be to you
And on our dreams we'd journey to A land where shepherds herded sheep An' all we wished within our reach And golden sun an' silver light To bright our day and quiet our night And everybody else had flown An' there was only us alone And on our voyage I'd try to be The only star that you could see And guide you safe till night was done An' then perhaps become the sun And when you laid you down to sleep A constant vigil I would keep Though everybody else had flown An' there was only us alone |
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| 4:42 |
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It was all over in the blink of an eye
Thousands of people walking by A big black bird swooped out of the sky Nobody knew the reason why It was all over in a few seconds flat Blue skies turned grey at the drop of a hat Pillars of dust blocked out the sun All that the people could do was run We thought we were living on easy street But they pulled the rug from under our feet It was all over in an avalanche of pain And now the world can never be the same The dreams of so many have gone up in smoke The ones who are left don't know how to cope We thought we were living on easy street But they pulled the rug from under our feet They pulled the rug from under our feet |
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| 5. |
| 4:55 |
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If I'm gonna die
Wanna die in the VIP room Not out in the cold With the rest of the goons If I'm gonna choke Gotta be on a silver spoon If I'm gonna croak Gotta be on a velvet rope If I'm eating pie I want the best silver plate I ain't gonna lie I want a big slice of the cake If we're drinking fine champagne Then I'm drinking a lake I've gotta be eating Off the fine silver plate I wanna be shining Up there with the stars Gonna get me a sun tan An' some big fat cigars Gotta buy me some poon tang With real crazy jars I wanna be shining Up there with the stars If I'm gonna die Wanna die in the VIP room Not out in the cold With the rest of the goons If I'm gonna choke Gotta be on a silver spoon If I'm gonna die I wanna die in the VIP room |
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| 6. |
| 5:02 |
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Before you go pointing the finger
Maybe you should check yourself out Your past is wide open to question Your future is clouded in doubt Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should stand back and think Are you gonna be making a difference Or are you gonna be making a stink Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should stand back and ask Are you really up to the challenge Do you feel you're facing the task Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should know what it means Have you always been mister blameless Have you always kept your hands clean Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should see if it's wise Would you pass a vigorous inspection Can you not be cut down to size Before you go pointing the finger Maybe you should stand back and think Are you gonna be making a difference Or are you gonna be making a stink |
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| 7. |
| 5:21 |
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This world is rich, but it is not mine
Where I live, hungry children are crying I am not angry, at my own condition I just want people to know my position This world is rich, but it is not mine My people are starving, that must be a crime When some have so much, and some have so little There must be a place, we can meet in the middle This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not mine Our water is poisoned, poverty's intense We cry inequality, they just build a fence We don't even own, the ditch where we're dying This world is rich, but it is not mine This world is rich, but it is not right We're asking for help, before we run out of time We can't live on talk, we just need a hand We'll walk from the slums, to the promised land This world is rich, but it is not mine |
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| 4:48 |
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This life is a journey
From shadow to shadow We are all fellow travelers To the end of the day This life is blindness Fill it with kindness Love marks the times as We pass on our way All of us needing Something to believe in To be the best we can This life is a fable From the grave to the cradle A slow dance through the dark night To the sweet light we crave All of us needing Something to believe in To be the best we can This life is a journey From shadow to shadow We are all fellow travelers To the end of the day We are all fellow travelers At the end of the day |
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| 4:27 | 
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| 4:18 |
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We've seen it before
The high flying act Is it manic delusion Or a statement of fact That hot fevered brow Them bright shining eyes The hand on the heart Those self serving lies It's an ancient tradition But everyone knows Them gaudy old rags Are the emperor's new clothes We've heard it before Your ego parade You're always so sure A hollow charade You promise the moon An' squander the earth The only person you fool Is yourself It's an ancient condition But everyone knows Them gaudy old rags Are the emperor's new clothes We've seen it before Those crocodile tears The well should'a run dry It's been so many years You throw us a bone Then ask for it back The only thing you own You stole from our backs It's an ancient religion But everyone knows Them gaudy old rags Are the emperor's new clothes |
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| 11. |
| 3:51 |
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Your convent-cloistered, cluttered mind
[calls] out for me but I'm behind You cannot see into your room Whose perfumed depths sing songs of doom But I am cold and cannot see A way out of this mystery Wild horses couldn't change your mind Or help you up and let you find That I am here cold or blind That I have something left to find But I am cold and cannot see A way out of your mystery An ali baba you would be In search of treasure endlessly And like some jewel you'ld comfort me And in your showcase I would be But I am cold and cannot see A way out of your mystery |
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| 12. |
| 5:21 |
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You can give a dog a kicking
You can give a dog a bone If you give your dog a kicking Don't expect him to come home You can call your dog a mongrel You can call your dog a stray Just remember in the end that Every dog will have his day Every dog will have his day Lord Every dog will have his day Just remember in the end that Every dog will have his day You can treat your dog with kindness You can treat your dog with grace Just remember in the end that Every dog must know his place Every dog must know who's master Every dog must know who's boss But whenever you run faster It's the dog who ends up lost Every puppy chews its balls Lord Every puppy loves to scratch When a puppy chews its balls Lord Then you know you've met your match Every dog will have his day Lord Every dog will have his day Just remember in the end that Every dog just loves to play Every dog just loves to play Lord Every dog just loves to play Just remember in the end that Every dog will have his day |
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| 5:24 |
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