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Reap the wild wind. (Repeat 3 times)
A finger points to show a scene. (Take my hand. Take my hand.) Another face where mine had been. (Take my hand. Take my hand.) Another footstep where I once walked. (Take my hand) Take it all. Chorus: You take my hand and give me your friendship. I'll take my time and send you my slow reply. Give me an inch and I'll make the best of it. Take all you want and leave all the rest to die. Reap the wild wind. A footprint haunts an empty floor. (Take my hand. Take my hand.) A fading coat that I once wore. (Take my hand. Take my hand.) Oh, desolation where I once lived. I have seen in times gone by. I have felt a different shadow on the wall, A stranglehold on a certain feeling. (Chorus) Reap the wild wind. (Repeat 2 times) (Chorus) Reap the wild wind. |
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Native these words seem to me
All speech directed to me I've heard them once before I know that feeling Stranger emotions in mind Changing the contours I find I've seen them once before Someone cries to me Chorus: O O O O The look and the sound of the voice O O O O They try, they try O O O O The shape and the power of the voice O O O O In strong low tones Forceful and twisting again Wasting the perfect remains I've felt it once before Slipping over me (Chorus) Sweetly the voices decay Draw on the lines that they say I'd lost it once before Now it cries to me (Chorus) |
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We walked in the cold air.
Freezing breath on a window pane, Lying and waiting. The man in the dark in a picture frame, So mystic and soulful. A voice reaching out in a piercing cry, It stays with you until The feeling has gone only you and I. It means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna. The music is weaving Haunting notes, pizzicato strings, The rhythm is calling. Alone in the night as the daylight brings, A cool empty silence. The warmth of your hand and a cold grey sky, It fades to the distance. The image has gone only you and I. It means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna. This means nothing to me. This means nothing to me. Oh, Vienna. |
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A life as a stranger, Hands through a wire, Forbidden desires, Are mine for life. Looking from a spiral staircase, At a man with a suitcase, As he shades his eyes. Watching from a stained glass shelter, He bides his time and thinks, There must be more to life than this. (Chorus) The poet reads his words out loud, To a make-believe crowd, In the quiet of his room. Careful where the tears are falling, He closed the book and cried, There must be more to love than this. See the boy on the walkway Where the young have their own say, And it screams from the wall. He's writing for the hundredth time there, I hate it all but, There must be more to hate than this. (Chorus - Repeat 4 times and fade) |
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Give us this day all that you showed me -
The power and the glory till my kingdom comes. Give us this day all that you showed me - The power and the glory till my kingdom comes. Give me all the storybook told me The faith and the glory till my kingdom comes. And they said that in our time all that's good will fall from grace. Even saints would turn their face in our time. And they told us that in our days Different words said in different ways Have other meanings from he who says in out time: Give us this day all that you showed me - . . . And they said that in our time we would reap from their legacy We would learn from what they had seen in our time. And they told us that in our days We would know what was high on high We would follow and not defy in our time. Give us this day all that you showed me - . . . Faithless in faith we must behold the things we see. Give us this day all that you showed me . . . |
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