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Sweet child of innocence. Living in the present tense. Father Time will take his toll. Rack your body and steal your soul. What became of all the years. Are you drowning in your tears. Who will
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When I was very young, so many songs were sung. So much wasted time on an uphill climb. But you were always there, a feeling in the air. There was nothing to fear you were so near. Now you are her
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I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone. All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity. Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind. . Same old song, just a drop of wate
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I'm in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,. But I'm going insane,. The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street. They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well. It's a game of c
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Run a silent path to nowhere, everything is all. You could have a pleasant life if Summer had no Fall. Treat yourself so gently though the task is often hard. Man is not a God it seems, who holds t
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Well you told me that I was just not the one. And you left me standing out in the cold. It's been a long time and I'm so much better now. That I'm looking back and seeing it all And for the first t
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(Steve Walshphil Ehartrobert Steinhardt). I heard the men saying something. The captains tell they pay you well. And they say they need sailing men to. Show the way and leave today. Was it you th
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On a crystal morning I can see the dewdrops falling. Down from a gleaming heaven, I can hear the voices call. When you comin' home now, son, the world is not for you Tell me what's your point of vie
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There are some who can still remember. All the things that we used to do. But the days of our youth were numbered. And the ones who survive it are few Oh, I can still see the smiling faces. When t
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The sparks of the tempest rage a hundred years on. The voice of the dreamer screams, the cause of the pawn. The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same. The difference between us is a p
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Sweet child of innocence. Living in the present tense. Father Time will take his toll. Rack your body and steal your soul. What became of all the years. Are you drowning in your tears. Who will
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It's no funny hanging around. Winter seems so numbing. Getting fat where I sit down. Do you suppose it's old age coming I get this feeling I'm no good for nothing. Life has led me wrong. Once in
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Thirty days have September. In a jailhouse I remember. Well, I got caught with too much soul. Bringing it back from Mexico. Bringing it back from Mexico. . Spanish lights and pretty faces. Trip
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The empty page before me now, the pen is in my hand. The words don't come so easy but I'm trying. I'm searching for a melody or some forgotten line. They can slip away from us so quickly. Don't be
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I'm in a kind of foolish game, I try to get rich quick,. But I'm going insane,. The kind of freaks that hang out on 42nd Street. They're all pimpin' Judys and poppin' speed, well. It's a game of c
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