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In the shuffling madness. Of the locomotive breath,. Runs the all, time loser,. Headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping. Steam breaking on his brow. Old Charlie stole the handle and.
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Don't want to be a fat man. People would say that I was just good fun. I would rather be a thin man. I am so glad to go on being one, yeah Too much to carry around with you. And no chance of findi
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You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream. Can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be. While in sweet dreams you softly sigh You hear my voice is ca
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Nothing is easy. Though time gets you worrying, my friend, it's okay. Just take your life easy. And stop all that hurrying, be happy my way When tension starts mounting. And you've lost count of t
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Happy and I'm smiling,. Walking miles to drink your water. You know I'd love to love you,. And above you there's no other. We'll go walking out. While others shout of war's disaster. Oh, we won'
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As I did walk by Hampstead Fair. I came upon Mother Goose. So I turned her loose. But she was screaming And a foreign student said to me. Was it really true. There are elephants and lions too. I
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Wond'ring aloud. How we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset. My hand in her hair We are our own saviors. As we start. Both our hearts beating life. Into each other Wond'ring aloud. Will th
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My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me. My Sunday feeling is coming on, over me. Now, that the night is over, got to clear my head, so I can see. Till I get to put together, well, that old feeling
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On Preston platform. Do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash. Thats falling down your pants And then you sadly wonder. Does the nurse treat your old man. The way she should
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When you've falling awake. And you take stock of the new day. And you hear your voice croak. As you choke on what you need to say. Well, don't you fret, don't you fear. I will give you good cheer
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It's a wide world out there so much wider than imagined. I can't quite put my finger on the pulse. Of your heart softly beating just beneath the raw silk sheen. That reflects the tints of autumn fr
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Along the coast road, by the headland. The early lights of winter glow. I'll pour a cup to you, my darling. And raise it up, say, "Cheerio"
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Have you seen the 'Jack In The Green'?. With his long tail hanging down. He quietly sits under every tree. In the folds of his velvet gown He drinks from the empty acorn cup. The dew that dawn swe
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Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed,. Where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things He later said. When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,.