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You make me nervous when I see you. I can't imagine what it's like to be you. It's a mystery to me every day,. And I've got to get away. I put a bet on with a bookie. For the race they put on ove
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We search for everything. Keeping what we would win. Orchids or tiny flowers. Wooden huts or ivory towers. Centuries or hours. . Dark are the winter days. Holy in many ways. Vaults of time uns
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Red and gold, and halloween have passed us by,. The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky,. You are so far away, yet I could touch you if I may,. But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming an
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Here comes the morning, how it pleases. It always brings me something new. Its golden light will wash away the dust of yesterday. If I try it may let me forget you And when these winter days are ov
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Red and gold, and halloween have passed us by,. The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky,. You are so far away, yet I could touch you if I may,. But don't you worry now, I'm only dreaming an
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If today was not an endless highway,. If tonight was not a crooked trail,. If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,. Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. Yes, and only if my own true love w
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There you may stand in your splendor and jewels. Swaying me in both directions. One is the right one, the other for fools. How do I make my selection? The city lies silent in the warm morning light
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How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,. And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall,. With no-one to heed her call. . The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun,.
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You make me nervous when I see you. I can't imagine what it's like to be you. It's a mystery to me every day,. And I've got to get away. I put a bet on with a bookie. For the race they put on ove
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Polly, pretty polly, come go along with me. Polly, pretty polly, come go along with me. Before we get married some pleasure to see. . She got up behind him and away they did ride. She got up behi
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He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still,. Beyond the draining of the sa
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Although the flames they are so dim,. I can see them from over here. But this is no time to worry now,. No time to she'd a tear. The people are all smiling,. And the letters are all too,. The fl
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He was a man and a friend always. We rambled on in the bad old days. He never cared if I had no dough,. He stuck with me in the rain and snow. Chorus. And here's to you, my ramblin' boy,. May al
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I'm a long way from you. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone? The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will grow
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To cross the wide sea I deserted,. From the shore I did fly. I thought it time that I travelled,. So I took to the roads of the sky. . It was late and the wind it did gently blow,. Oh the night
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I'm a long way from you,. I'm a long way from home. And who cares for the feeling. Of being alone?. The notes and the words. They will always unfold. And I'm left with a manuscript. That will g
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This is the text on the rendezvous album. . If your eyes are blue you know the rest. Champagne if it's very cool. It's never very formal how you dress. For oysters by the swimming pool. Then sli
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Gold and silver is the autumn. Soft and gentle are her skies. Yes I know, are the answers. Written in my true love's eyes. Autumn's leaving, winter's coming. I think that I'll be moving on. I've
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Calling all olive branches and laid-off doves. There is work to do before we say good-bye. But who can see them turning to the face of love?. Though I hear them pleading with me, ''don't let us die
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Although the flames they are so dim,. I can see them from over here. But this is no time to worry now,. No time to she'd a tear. The people are all smiling,. And the letters are all too,. The fl
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I can't believe that it's so cold. And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me. From every place I go. Sunday morning, there's no one in church. But the clergy's chosen man.
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You make me nervous when I see you. I can't imagine what it's like to be you. It's a mystery to me every day,. And I've got to get away. I put a bet on with a bookie. For the race they put on ove