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I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain
I'm gonna move to Canada
I'm gonna meet Neil Young
I just know we'll get along
Show up at his house
Convince him and his spouse
I'll pick up my guitar and play
A couple of my songs
A couple of my songs
A couple of my songs
That I'll sing at the top of my lungs
I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain
Mister Young will be impressed
And offer me a record deal
And tell me to call him Neil
We'll have a ball until Canada's too small
Then I'll pack up my guitar and I
Will move to the US
I'll move to the US
I'll move to the US
To be a sensational succes
I'm gonna move to Canada
Yeah I've made up my mind
Leave everything behind
I'll catch a plane, fly away from this rain
After Canada the USA is a piece of cake
All the sales records I'll break
"The Best Thing Since The Beatles"
Is what magazines will write
With my guitar and band
I will conquer every town
I'll conquer every town
I'll conquer every town
Me, the singing rock'n roll clown
I still wanna move to Canada
But for now I'll just stay here
I think it's best for my career
When I get home from the office
Where I've worked all my life
I pick up my guitar and play
A couple of my old songs
A couple of my old songs
A couple of my old songs
And I think: "Damn"
"Neil Young would have loved these songs,
He would have loved these songs"
Maybe next year
Maybe next year
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If I had a way to get out of this day
If I had a way I’d get out today
Man, I would run away, man, I would run
Cause these walls block out the sun
Yeah they block out the sun
Today I’ve got nothing to lose
I could go wherever I wanted to
Leave, jump onto the world
If I had a way to get out of this deal
If I had a way I’d break the deal
I’m gonna grab the wheel, and man, I will drive
5000 miles just to survive, 5000 miles
Today I’ve got nothing to lose
I could go wherever I wanted to
Leave, jump onto the world
As it’s spinning ’round going down
Taking me along for the ride
For the ride
If I had a way I’d get out today
Man, I would run away
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Coming of age ain't about what you do
It's giving in to what's predefined
When you trade all your dreams for compromise
It is never what you have in mind
One shot of happy, two shots of sad
That's how our lives are aligned
The path that you chose has got highs has got lows
But it's never what you have in mind
I must say that I still wonder why it disappears
Must say that I still wonder why
The years keep tumbling by
Coming of age ain't about who you meet
It's about the people who leave you behind
Your brothers, your parents, your lovers, your friends
It is never what you have in mind
One shot of happy, two shots of sad
We know we might run out of time
But when it comes to living, dying is the easy part
Not exactly what you had in mind
I really doubt that I'll find out why it disappears
I really doubt that I'll find out
What these years are all about
You might ask if these thoughts that I just summed up
Are of any importance to you
Maybe not but when things don't turn out like you planned
It helps to know that they never do
Besides, if each shot of happy
Comes with only two shots of sad
Then coming of age is not so bad
Then coming of age is not so bad
Then coming of age is not so bad
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Stephanie always makes a lot of plans
She has decided, she has decided
She's gonna leave as soon as high school ends
In her house where no one ever cares
In her room in the attic, room in the attic
She wakes up to the sound of footsteps on the stairs
If it's true what they, what they say
Stephanie has gone away
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie took off last night
Stephanie lives with a mother and son
Who can no longer hide it, no longer hide
Their hate for her, she is daddy's favourite one
On an August night in 2004
At the end of the summer, the end of the summer
When they enter the room a baseball bat falls on the floor
If it's true what they, what they say
Stephanie has gone away
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie took off last night
Do you know that Billy Joel song
It says: "Only the good die young"
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie was killed last night
Stephanie always made a lot of plans
She had decided, she had decided
She was gonna leave as soon as high school ended
On that terrifying August night
Down by the river, down by the river
Is where Stephanie was left after she died
If it's true what they, what they say
Stephanie has gone away
If they're right, if they're right
Stephanie was killed last night
If they're right
Stephanie was killed last night
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
She never really wanted much
She never really had a chance
Never really wanted much
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I'm Peter van der Hold
I'm 68 years old
I doubt some questions have increased
In 42 years of being a priest
I'm at the end of my life
I'm not sure if I'm gonna survive
I often don't know what to say
When I talk to Him, when I pray
In reply I receive
Only silence, no relief
I've waited in vain for a little advice
from that great voice in the ethereal skies
Once I was revolutionary
A devoted mercenary
A gifted student in God's hands
Now I'm old and sick of his demands
I tried to be honest and good
Did my job the best I could
But I always stayed that average man
Right in the spot where I'll began
During the grief with which I've dealt
Spent three decades since I've felt
The certainty I so have thought 'bout the existence of the Lord
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I'll give him to my perish
Things I don't have myself but cherish
And namely love and charity
Mostly purpose that's what sets you free
So I'm where the metaphore
I'm not comforting anymore
I think I'm almost done with my search
Got old so fast even in my church
But feels as if I'm kept out
Some sort of secret about
The meaning of life sometimes
Can't fail to notice these are mediocre types
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
And time has made me good at one thing
And horrible at everything else
The blessings of a world divine
Were always elsewhere and never mine
Oh, I would like to hold someone
Briefly maybe have some fun
My body's hardly designed
So I'm not really the hugging kind
Not once has it been
Someone with a softer skin
Who reached out for me in the middle of the night
'Cause my own lumpy mattress would've turn on the light
I think I've been miscast
And the time of saints is passed
My faith is reclassed but not least
After 42 years of being a priest
The church is like a woman
Thing out of reach like a vision
She glimmers in the distance which I could never quite get
Now I've left you with my regret
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
I've seen enough, that's why I know
God left this place, long long time ago
It's my portion, it's my call...
It's my portion, it's my call...
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Mama lies on the couch in her old wedding gown
She turned pale long before the carnival had left town
She stares at the front porch on the outlook for dad
"Don't worry, I'll be back in a week" is the last thing he said
We all knew he gambled in the city and lost
Money we didn't have must've been the line that he crossed
It's been over a year instead of a week
Here in our house, our house by the creek
Me and my family live in the Netherlands
In the house daddy built with his bare hands
My younger brother Jimmy is playing outside
With his cap gun he tries to shoot planes from the sky
In his chair by the window sits uncle Fred
Since he's back from the war there ain't a word he has said
And Freckles my sister she passed away sir
Sometimes in my dreams I catch up with dad and with her
What we end up with is not what we seek
Here in our house, our house by the creek
My name is Louis, it's Louis, all right
I play dad's old accordion all day and all night
I just turned eleven, so I'm still a kid
But when I grow up I wanna find out what daddy did
Mister believe me, I was taught not to cry
And that family should stay together 'till the day that you die
Yeah mister believe me, I was taught boys don't cry
And that the town where you're born is the town where you'll die
That the town where you're born is where you'll probably die
What did God wanna show when He created man weak
We don't understand in our house by the creek
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I made the call just too late
At the end of May
I just thought I could wait
For one more day
In the time that passed
You went down so fast
You went down so fast
Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
An empty house, a setting sun
At four a.m.
Some battles fought are battles won
But this ain't one of them
One more shadow cast
You went down so fast
You went down so fast
Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed
Out of my reach, out of my hands
Now the leaves are turning brown
I watch 'em blow
Where the earth pulls them down
I let you go
As your breath unwinds
Through the restless pines
Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed
Out of my reach, out of my hands
I didn't understand
I would have changed all my plans
I would have changed
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Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
And we'll join the dreamers and renegades
Hey, have you heard the radio news
They say that soon all hell will break loose
Me, I am trying to do my part
But really changing the world seems so hard
Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
And we'll join the dreamers and renegades
Girl, let's just empty this bottle of booze
And swirl all night in our dancing shoes
Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
We'll join the dreamers and renegades
Hey hey hey, just you and me girl, what do you say
Hey hey hey, just you and me girl, what do you say
Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
Hey man, I'm tired of working all day
I'm turning into a daysleeping walking cliche
Hey man, let's wait until daylight fades
And we'll join the dreamers and renegades
We'll join the dreamers and renegades
Dreamers and renegades
Dreamers and renegades
We'll join the dreamers and renegades
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This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
It was 1987 and winter nearly gone
On that Friday running late with rolling off and rolling on
Trucks and cars were sleeping door by door and side by side
Someone had to close the back door
That day it must have slipped his mind
He was fast asleep in his cabin, tired from cleaning out the hall
While passengers were eating, indulging duty-free-for-all
Herald of Free Enterprise
Herald of Free Enterprise
Herald of Free Enterprise
In just ninety seconds, right down to the wire
Sailing with the doors wide open so the waves kept pouring in
As they passed the Outer Mole the disaster could begin
An a hundred yards from the shore right outside a Belgian port
The lights went out the ship turned around and fell to starboard
Then nothing but silence, silence and the cold
Herald and her sisters just never fit the mold
Two months later she was refloated a final one-way trip exchange
Pensioned off into the Third World
Where they named her Flushing Range
And in '88 she broke in two, probably because of guilt
Pride and Spirit changed their names
They were all doomed since they were built
This is the legend of eight sisters, Herald was the famous one
It happened twenty years ago although the sea was calm
I was just a boy then, holding daddy's hand
Watching on tv how Herald's time came to an end
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Life always dumps something in your lap
You're constantly busy redrawing your map
You leave behind a fading trail
Of images and words that you hope will prevail
Life always dumps something in your way
You try to make the best of it everyday
You could give up and give in but you prefer
To keep hoping some kind of change might occur
Keep hoping some kind of change might occur
Misery sure loves company
And nobody's ever who they seem to be
The daily horror of people at their worst
And most selfish, one day, your bubble will burst
So much time should not have passed
At least not that way and not so fast
It wasn't always easy, it wasn't always fun
But it was always worth it, regrets I have none
It was always worth it, regrets I have none
Life always dumps something so you should try
To acknowledge the fact you're surrounded by
These relics of a life that no longer exists
Your name still appears on the waiting lists
Life always dumps something that makes things worse
There are no rules in this self-help universe
It's never what you were expecting to find
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness behind
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness behind
There's darkness ahead and there's darkness… behind…
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I like to read stories from the bottom of the world
Although they've all been told before
You wanna stay 25 for a couple more years
But be careful with what you're wishing for
Because in a minute it might be gone, gone, gone
I like to watch stories from the bottom of the world
Because they're truly prefunded
Is that a lesson's now that grades wrong
You would think so by looking around
In a minute, it might be gone
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time, all the time
I like to tell stories from the bottom of the world
Don't care that it's been done before
Just remind yourself that you should try
To care less and sunbathe more
Because in a minute it might be gone
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time
Falling down, shaking it's letting go
Launching ships, all the time, all the time
In a minute it might be gone
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