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Who taught the birds to sing in the trees? Nobody, . Who taught the flowers to dance in the breeze? Nobody, . Just like a sea washino on the sand, . I just naturally take your hand, I wanna be your
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I gave my last chance to you. Don't hand it back to me bitterblue. No bitterblue. Yes, I've done all one man can do. Don't pass me up oh bitterblue. My bitterblue Yes, I've been running a long ti
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Well, I got a girl whose as cute as can be. She never plays no attention to me. She lives her life in a world full of stereo. Cos all she ever wanna do is listen to the radio. That's all. . Well
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She moves like an angel. And seven evening stars. Dance through the windows. Of her universal house. Of her universal house Her voice, a crystal echo. Lies humming in your soul. So patiently awa
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We're gonna move on out to a hot spot on the hill, . Gonna keep on rockin' till my baby gets her thrill. I wanna prove that I can move, . . Well, I'm itchin' all over, just to get out on that floo
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I sit beside the dark. Beneath the mire. Cold gray dusty day. The mornin' lake. Drinks up the sky Katmandu, I'll soon be seein' you. And your strange bewilderin' time. Will hold me down Chop me
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Well, first I have to tell you that I'm not insane. And that once I was a famous archaeologist named. Who ran a recent expedition in a distant land. I just happened to passion' my hand in the sand
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Later. I want to talk it out with you. Try to get my message through. That's not all I want to do. Later Later. I want to feel your body close. From your head down to your toes. Maybe help you
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Back up on the mended road. I pause. Takin' time to check the dial And the lilywhite. I never knew her name. But shell be passin' my way sometime again I raise my hand and touch the wheel. Of cha
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I know there'll be another time. There's going to be another moment. There'll never be another you. There's going to be another story, oh oh. There's so much left for you to do, love. There'll ne
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They used to call Him Jesus, long time ago. They're still calling Him Jesus, don't you know?. They crossed the wood and hanged Him a long time ago. They still misunderstand Him those who don't know
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Oh, Josephine, . You re the only girl for me, Josephine. When you look you come my way. You're for me, oh, my Josephine. . Oh, Josephine, . I like your lips to press mine, Josephine, . To have
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Trouble. Oh, trouble, set me free. I have seen your face. And it's too much, too much for me Trouble. Oh, trouble, can't you see. You're eating my heart away. And there's nothing much left of me
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You're looking at me. And I'm looking at you. Through smokin' mirrors in a club filled room. I dunno what you said. But I feel you know less. And none of this has to make sense I-e-I ah, ah, ah,
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