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,Title,Lyrics
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0,Burning Bridges,"
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Bridges burning gladly merging with the shadow
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Flickering between the lines
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Stolen moments floating softly on the air
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Born on wings of fire and climbing higher
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Ancient bonds are breaking
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Moving on and changing sides
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Dreaming of a new day
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Cast aside the other way
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Magic vision stirring
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Kindled by and burning
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Flames rise in her eyes
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The door that stands ajar
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The walls that once were high
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Beyond the gilded cage
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Beyond the reach of ties
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The moment is at hand
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She breaks the golden band
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1,The Gold It's In The...,"
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Come on, my friends, let's make for the hills
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They say there's gold and I'm looking for thrills
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You can get your hands on whatever we find
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'Cause I'm only comin' along for the ride
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Well, you go your way, I'll go mine
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I don't care if we get there on time
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Everybody's searching for something, they say
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I'll get my kicks on the way
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Over the mountains, across the sea
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Who knows what may be waiting for me?
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I could sail forever to strange sounding names
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Faces of people and places don't change
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All I have to do is just close my eyes
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To see the seagulls wheeling in those far distant skies
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All I wanna tell you, all I wanna say
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Is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay
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2,Wot's...Uh The Deal?,"
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Heaven sent the promised land
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Looks alright from where I stand
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'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
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Waiting on the first step
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Show me where the key is kept
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Point me down the right line because it's time
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To let me in from the cold
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Turn my lead into gold
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'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
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And I think I'm growing old
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Flash the readies wot's...uh the deal?
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Got to make it to the next meal
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Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel
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Mile after mile (Mile after mile)
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Stone after stone (Stone after stone)
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Turn to speak but you're alone
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Million miles from home you're on your own
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So let me in from the cold
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Turn my lead into gold
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'Cause there's a chill wind blowing in my soul
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And I think I'm growing old
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Fire bright by candlelight
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And her by my side
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And if she prefers we never stir again
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Someone sent the promised land
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And I grabbed it with both hands
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Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
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Hear me shout 'Come on in. What's the news and where've you been?'
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'Cause there's no wind left in my soul
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And I've grown old
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3,Childhood's End,"
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You shout in your sleep
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Perhaps the price is just too steep
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Is your conscience at rest
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If once put to the test?
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You awake with a start
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To just the beating of your heart
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Just one man beneath the sky
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Just two ears, just two eyes
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You set sail across the sea
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Of long past thoughts and memories
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Childhood's end, your fantasies
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Merge with harsh realities
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And then as the sail is hoist
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You find your eyes are growing moist
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And all the fears never voiced
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Say you have to make your final choice
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Who are you and who am I
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To say we know the reason why?
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Some are born; some men die
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Beneath one infinite sky
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There'll be war, there'll be peace
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But everything one day will cease
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All the iron turned to rust
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All the proud men turned to dust
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And so all things, time will mend
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So this song will end
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4,Free Four,"
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One, two, free, four!
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The memories of a man in his old age
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Are the deeds of a man in his prime
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You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom
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And talk to yourself as you die
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Life is a short, warm moment
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And death is a long, cold rest
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You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye
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Eighty years, with luck, or even less
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So all aboard for the American tour
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And maybe you'll make it to the top
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And mind how you go, and I can tell you, 'cause I know
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You may find it hard to get off
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You are the angel of death
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And I am the dead man's son
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And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole
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And everyone is still on the run
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And who is the master of fox hounds?
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And who says the hunt has begun?
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And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
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And who beats the funeral drum?
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The memories of a man in his old age
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Are the deeds of a man in his prime
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You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom
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And talk to yourself as you die
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5,Stay,"
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Stay
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And help me to end the day
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And if you don't mind
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We'll break a bottle of wine
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Stick around
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And maybe we'll put one down
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'Cause I wanna find
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What lies behind those eyes
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Midnight blue burning gold
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A yellow moon is growing cold
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I rise
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Looking through my morning eyes
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Surprised
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To find you by my side
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Rack my brain
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And try to remember your name
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To find
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The words to tell you goodbye
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Morning dues
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Newborn day
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Midnight blue
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Turned to gray
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Midnight blue burning gold
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A yellow moon is growing cold
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