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100 mile high city
Falling to the floor
Everybody's in it
Falling to the floor
Will I ever find some peace of mind
Ever in the world
Baby he's a crying
On his mother's knee
Bankers they're a lying
Dealt us to our knees
Will we ever find some peace of mind
Ever please
Take us to the doctor
But the doctor makes mistakes
Take us to the lawyers
But the lawyers over-paid
Take you anywhere
Where you can show your face to the world
100 mile high city
Falling to the floor
Everybody's in it
Falling to the floor
Will I ever find some peace of mind again
Ever in the world
Baby he's a screaming
Papers they're agreeing
I can see no reason
Should be screaming treason
Will we ever find no peace of mind
Ever in the world
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It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house
I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house
Count my time counting the moon
I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house
It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house
I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house
Count my time counting the moon
It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house
Well good morning Mrs Maylie
It's so nice to wake in sunshine
Spent my short life in prison
Was my birth that was my first crime
I'd like to pick some flowers
And arrange them around your room
And I love to spend the hours
'Fore they're snatched away too soon
Well I love it in the country
And loath the London mire
And there's no one who's been kinder
In my wretched little life
Oh good morning Mrs Maylie
And your daughter seems so nice
An open heart's my saviour
And my trusting is my vice
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It's a cold blue hello Monday morning
And your clock strikes a blow and a warning
'Cos you're only at the weekend living
And your wife and friends are unforgiving
There's a cut in your face off your shaving
In the mirror in the sea a man is waving
He's remarkably like you so he's worth saving
And your wife and your friends do all the blaming
I don't go for that
My name is Saturday
I'm the girl in the car/drunk afternoon
I'm the drink at the bar
I'm plenty
I don't go for that
My name is Saturday
I am dressed for the night
I'm the radio on
I'm twenty
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Down town breaks the morning sun
The day's begun – you're on your way now
Don't give a stupid thought
The answer that it don't deserve now
Don't hang your hat on words
That are absurd but so beguiling
What you need's not far away
It's on your face so keep on smiling
It's just a little bit of love you need
Just a little bit more
But you're so hard to please
Shut behind your door
But hey! I'm not stupid
I'm just in love
Night lights call the moths to flight
To play and fight the day is breaking
Out on the choking roads
The busy droves are money making
Don't make a cross to bear
The weight of which needs too much timing
What you need is in your hands
It's on your face so keep trying
It's just a little bit of love you need
Just a little bit more
But you're so hard to please
Shut behind your door
But hey! I'm not stupid
I'm just in love
And all of the time
Your face looks fine
But I know you're not
You hide away
Your own mistakes
But you know they're not
And they shout out loud
It's just a little bit of love you need
Just a little bit more
But you're so hard to please
Shut behind your door
But hey! I'm not stupid
I'm just in love
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I aint a cowboy no more
I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before
I get so tired yet can't sleep
Or maybe I'm there this could all be a dream
I wish you didn't get hung up so easily,
When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams
I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
I aint a cowboy no more
You won't hear my spurs clinck down the hall
I learnt the trade off the street
I hold my head up everytime time that we meet
I wish you didn't get hung up so easily
When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams
I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
Well I got no choice
You know you just take me over
Well you'll never see me dyin'
Or ever stop me tryin'
God willin' always keep me flyin'...high
I aint a cowboy no more
I know what you're thinking, guess you heard it before
I learnt the trade off the street
I hold my head up everytime that we meet
I wish you didn't get hung up so easily
When you're bound to fall apart, you always fall apart at the seams
I'm so worn, I'm so torn, tossed aside like an old pair of jeans
Yeah, like an old pair of jeans
Yeah, like an old pair of jeans
Yeah, like an old pair of jeans
Like an old pair of jeans
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Don't you know about the bogey man
He will come and take you by the hand
Take you from this pleasant land and away
Don't you know about the sandman
Comes at night and takes you by the hand
Takes you from your Bedford land and away
Sing Children Sing
Come into the light right now
And sing
Don't you know about the child catcher
Throw you in a cage much faster
Than your slowly changing childhood days have gone away
Don't you know about the ogre man
He will come and take you by the hand
He will eat you just where you stand
And you're gone away
So sing children sing
Come into the light right now
And sing
Have you heard about Uncle Sam
He will always make a stand
Come and free you and take command
And then stay
Have you heard about his best friend
Winning smile and curly hair
And like a best friend he's always there
And he will stay
So sing children sing
Come into the light right now
And sing
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Harry don't fly – not like he used to
All the games he used to play
Are broken on the playground floor and useless
Harry don't smile – not like he used to
All the laughs have gone away
They haunt the playboy bar where we used to go
But Harry Kidnap's cool
But Harry Kidnap's cool
He wrote all the rules
We'll get by like we used to
When he used to run the show
He will smile and look youthful
Such a shame he had to go
Say a prayer for the boxers
For the builders to a man
Sing a song for the dreamers
For the fathers and sons
He played his hand – just like he used to
Just the same the king you played
Is beaten by the ace of spades – he's ruthless
Harry won't cry – when you are crying
All the tales like peeling bells
Will tell of nights when racehorses are flying home
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Can't hold on to one thought.
Long enough to take you and me away.
Magic carpet day.
I can't hold on for too long.
Keepin' all my memories at bay.
Magic carpet day.
Hold on for dear life!
The world is small from this height.
Careening through our... magic carpet day.
The world wont shake you,
Knock you down and break you.
Steering through these... magic carpet days.
Magic carpet days.
Magic carpet days.
Magic carpet days.
Can't back off and be quiet,
But I never leave you standin' in the rain.
Magic carpet day.
My arms will always hold you,
And lay you tired to rest for a brand new day.
Magic carpet day.
Hold on for dear life!
The world is small from this height.
Careening through our... magic carpet day.
The world wont shake you,
Knock you down and break you.
Steering through these... magic carpet days.
Magic carpet days.
Magic carpet days.
Magic carpet days. (cant hold on for too long)
Magic carpet days. (cant hold on for too long)
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It's too bad if you hear the word
And decide that it's all too absurd
Punch the air and believe it
When the crowd cries out its agreement
And if I get to heaven tomorrow
I will that it's time I just borrowed
Then look the guard in the face
As he locks the keys away
Please please please
Just before you go
Your glass is only half empty
But you're full on so where is the show
But you're full on so where is the show
And I counted all of the jars
And the labels told their names
And I counted all of the cars
Down the avenues and the lanes
And a light will shine on you
And deliver me the day
And I'll dance between your feet
Down the avenues and the trees
Please please please
Just before you go
Your glass is only half empty
But you're full on so where is the show
But you're full on so where is the show
I count hours: they're only waiting
But in between you find something so real
You're elated
Please please please
Just before you go
Your glass is only half empty
But you're full on so where is the show
But you're full on so where is the show
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Village life, everybody knows the wife
Knows how many pints you like
And where you park your bike at night
That's ok I wouldn't want it any other way
Rue St Denis or St Tropez
Over the hill or far away
On the green I saw you with sweet sixteen
You didn't see me you were quite obscene
Now the neighbours know where you've been
In the town mother's friends all pull the shutters down
Father no more buys a round
Because you were the village clown
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Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Standing by the Post Office
Tryin' to send a letter to my wife
(Didn't see it coming round)
The crazy politicians
Tried to lower the street signs and lights
Head lights, head lights
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
These days it doesn't seem fair
What, like right now?
Standing by the Post Office
Tryin' to send a letter to my best friend
I care, I care, I care, I care
Closing all the street signs
Closing the white's of eyes, a mean mile
(You didn't see it coming, yeh)
Standing by the Post Office
Tryin' to send a letter to my good friend
(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Banker's closing all the banks
And the street signs aren't working
Their all bust now
Low, Low, Low, Low, Low
I've got the arse now
We didn't see it coming
We've got the arse now
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Hello, where have you been, it's been so long now
I've been locked in the machine, left all alone
Oh what's mine is yours, what's mine is yours
Oh what's mine is yours, take what you need
You took what you could, conquered the World now
You said I misunderstood and left me behind
I don't care for possessions, I only had time for love
Now you come home and you've got nothing left but me
What's mine is yours
Once we were the same, nothing between us
But you who bought everything, you tore us apart
But still what's mine is yours, I'll be your salvation
Oh what's mine is yours, take what you need
What's mine is yours
What's mine is yours
What's mine is yours
What's mine is yours
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I fell in love on the street again
It's a love that is wrong
Tramp the floor with my feet again
I've been walking so long
Can anyone really tell you
Does anyone really know
I fell in love on the street again
You can guess they said no
Time runs out of time
A time to walk a time to run
But I ran out of time
Love on the street is no fun
I roamed between a hundred hotel rooms
A hundred numbers on the doors
I sang a song with the bedroom queens
I sang in tune with them all
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I'll meet you at the Gate House
But I can't be late you see
I'm going to Rockfield
Are you going to Rockfield
I want to make some sounds there
Out there in the open air
I'm going to Rockfield
Are you going to Rockfield
Stop all the shouting
Stop all the screaming
Demanding phone calls ringing
I can't hear me bleeding
I can't hear what you're saying
When everyone is talking
I can't see the line between
The sky and the tightrope walker
I'm going to Rockfield
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I like it best
When I'm over my head
When I'm bleeding I love
When I'm owing to you
I'll come running….oh running
Don't leave me too long, too long
I'm running
I like it best
When I'm out of my way
When I'm out of my way
When I'm owing to you
Please need me more
Hold both my hands
We're far down the road
We'll run cross the sands
And we'll be running...
Oh, running etc
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