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Well you know just what you do to me
The way you move soft and slippery
Cut the night just like a razor
Rarely talk and that's the danger
It's the one thing
You are my thing
You know your voice is a love song
It's a cat call from the past
There's no ice in your lover's walk
You don't look twice cause you move so fast
It's the one thing
You are my thing
You've got a dozen men behind you
You've got dead flowers on the floor
You're too pretty in the daylight
It keeps them coming back for more
It's the one thing
You are my thing
It's the one thing
You are my thing
It's the one thing
You are my thing
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What is the name to call
For a different kind of girl
Who knows the feelings
But never the words
To look at you
And never speak
Is so good
For me tonite
Who do you ask when there's no one
Left to turn to
You ask me and I'll always try to hear
Past money and colours and make believe
Good cheap values for a thrifty clown
To Look at You
And never speak
Is so good
For me tonite
What do you fear in the simple
Still of a summer's nite
I understand I sympathize for a day dream
Fairytales and I love you
What is the name to call
For a different kind of girl
Who knows the feeling's
But never the words
To this ... real life documentary
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Have you noticed to this day
How many times you've prayed and played
Lifting lovers up and down
It get's around in this old town
Sleight of hand and sleight of mouth
A dirty trick to catch me out
I don't mind but what I say
Use that magic for better days
Standing above this moment
Listening to all I say
The spy of love will track me
Will catch me
Through the window I see a face
That dirty face that speaks with sorrow
You listen to the walls for clues
And stand in shadows protecting you
Standing above this moment
Listening to all I say
The spy of love will track me
Will catch me
Have you noticed to this day
How many times you've prayed and played
Lifting lovers up and down
It get's around in this old town
Standing above the moment
Listening to all I say
The spy of love will track me
Will catch me
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Promises are carved out of lust
With a fire in the heart
That burns without regret
I vow to play the part
In this meeting of the soul
My feelings are unknown
I learn with no regret
I'm getting what I get
Feel some pain
Though I'm miles away
And ring to let you know
Are you seeing someone
I'd better let you go
She said this was a lesson in love
She said this was a love to end all loves
This soul never listens to me
This soul has a lot to learn
Honesty eludes one and all
Like a gypsy's search for gold
He's dreaming all the time
But the gold is hard to find
Promises are carved out of lust
With a fire in the heart
That burn's with no regret
I'm getting what I get
Made a mistake with myself
My lover couldn't lie
She told me of the things
That made her cry inside
She said this was a lesson in love
She said this was a love to end all loves
This soul never listens to me
This soul has a lot to learn
Having the dreams
of some gypsy
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(I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Claus)
C'est Noel et comme chaque ann?¦e
Le petit Jojo a des joujoux plein sa ch'min?¦e
Mais depuis la nuit m??me
Il a aussi un secret
A son nounours qu'il aime
Il mumure «si tu savais»
(It's Christmas and as every year
The little Jojo had toys full his chimney
But since this same night
He also has a secret
To his teddy bear he loves
He whispers "If only you knew")
Moi, j'ai vu petite maman hier soir
En train d'embrasser le P??re Noel
Ils ?¦taient sous le gui
Et me croyaient endormi
Mais sans en avoir l'air
J'avais mes deux yeux entr'ouverts
(Me, I saw little mom last night
Kissing Santa Claus
They were under the mistletoe
And believed I was sleeping
But without showing it
I had both my eyes slightly opened)
Ah si papa ?¦tait v'nu ?¤ passer
J'me demande ce qu'il aurait pens?¦
Aurait-il trouv?¦ naturel
Parce qu'il descend du ciel
Que maman embrasse le P??re Noel
(Ah if dad would have come
I wonder what he would have tought
Would he have found natural
Because he's coming from the sky
That mom kiss Santa Claus)
Quand j'ai vu petite maman hier soir
En train d'embrasser le P??re Noel
J'ai bien cherch?¦ pourquoi
Et j'ai devin?¦ je crois
C'est parce qu'il m'avait
Apport?¦ de si beaux jouets
(When I saw little mom last night
Kissing Santa Claus
I've asked myself why
And I have found why I think
It's because he had
Brought me so beautiful toys)
Aussi pour l'an prochain j'ai bon espoir
Qu'il viendra encore ?¤ mon appel
Et de nouveau je ferai semblant
De dormir profond?¦ment
Si maman embrasse le P??re Noel
(So for next year I have good hope
That he'll come again to my call
And again I will fake
Sleeping well
If mother kisses Santa Claus)
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There's Jan calling from the rooftops
She says she wants the world to hear
Her people's needs their basic rights
She shouts I'll make you understand
What it is we're striving for
A better deal across this land
She puts her hat on
Looks in the mirror
Say's to herself
You've nothing to fear
Her friends won't argue
Her friends don't care
Now is the moment
To get out of here
Jan's friends they're marching in the streets
The anger in their hearts
Provides a steady beat
On an on an on an on
There's Jan calling from the rooftops
She says she wants the world to hear
Her peoples needs their basic rights - right!
She puts her hat on
Looks in the mirror
Says to herself
You've nothing to fear
Her friends won't argue
Her friends don't care
Now is the moment
To get out of here
Generosity
Noble word to me
Our democracy
Noble words to me
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Natives wearing turquoise and silver
Dirty dogs barking in the distance
Ooooh people of a thousand tongues
I'm learning the primitive rights
I'm doing as the Roman's do
Mt Kalais to Mt Everest
Then down to river Ganges
Ooooh to follow your mighty past
We're learning the primitive rights
We're doing as the Roman's do
Old world new world
I know nothing
But I'll keep listening
City's tumble into the ocean
City's getting built in the sky
Ooooh now we're talking digital
We're learning the primitive rights
We're doing as the Roman's do
Millions playing at monopoly
Rolling the dice of their life
Ooooh dancing and shaking hands
We're learning the primitive rights
We're doing as the Roman's do
Old world new world
I know nothing
But I'll keep listening
I know nothing
Grow old look wise
Never knowing till I die
But I'll keep listening
I'll keep listening
Pan
Shambala
Judism
Hindu
Christianity
Masdic
Budism
Atman of Vedies
Sun Ra
Astrology
Voodoo
The Great Dream Time
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