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On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street. Violent hash-smoker shook a chocolate machine. Involved in an eating scene Smashing into neon streets in their stonedness. Smearing their eyes on the
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You're my singer. Lemme be your song. Celestial bodies. They get along. And I just want to sing along. . You're my single. Lemme be your chart. If you never make the hit parade. You're number
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Thrown like a star in my vast sleep. I open my eyes to take a peep. To find that I was by the sea. Me gazing with tranquility It was then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man. Came singing songs of love. The
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Come take a walk in sunny South Kensington. Any day of the week. See the girl with the silk Chinese blouse on. You know she ain't no freak Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man. You got to spread
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The sun was going down behind the tattoo tree. And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea. And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity. As I dug you digging me in Mexico
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Get your bearing, know your time. Don't you worry, weather's fine. All the world know what I'm saying. All the world know what I'm saying. The world know fine well Get together, work it out. Simp
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Come all ye starry starfish. Living in the deep blue sea. Crawl to me I have proposition to make thee. Would you walk the north sea floor. To Belgium from England. Bring me word of a banjo man.
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Shadow of cloud falls and with it a chill. High o'er heather, hawk hover the hill. Just begun is my journey and Danu's my name. I am the juggler of fortune and fame Let me not hear facts, figures a
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Can I be of assistance, my love?. Sha la la la la la la la la la. I will help you out into the room. Sha la la la la la la la la la And you know what I'm thinking. That very soon we will be a drin
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How high the gulls fly. O'er Ilay. How sad the farm lad. deep in play. Felt like a grain on your sand How well the sheep's bell. music makes. Roving the cliff. when fancy takes. Felt like a ti
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Come all ye starry starfish. Living in the deep blue sea. Crawl to me I have proposition to make thee. Would you walk the north sea floor. To Belgium from England. Bring me word of a banjo man.
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Look on yonder misty mountain. See the young monk meditating rhododendron forest. Over dusty years, I ask you. "What's it been like being you?" Through all levels you've been changing. Getting a l
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Sunshine. came softly Through . my a-window today Could've. tripped out easy But-ah . I've, a-changed my ways It'll. . take time I, know it But . in a while You're. gonna be mine I, know it We
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God is playing marbles. With his planets and his stars. Creating havoc through my life. Through his influence on Mars. That's why I'm stumbling down the highway. On my boots of steel. I should b
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