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,Title,Lyrics
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0,One Of These Days,"
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One of these days
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I'm going to cut you into little pieces
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"
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1,A Pillow Of Winds,"
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A cloud of eiderdown
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Draws around me softening the sound
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Sleepy time when I lie
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With my love by my side
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And she's breathing low
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And the candle dies
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When night comes down you lock the door
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The boot falls to the floor
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As darkness falls the waves roll by
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The seasons change
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The wind is warm
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Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
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Behold a dream, the dream is gone
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Green fields
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A cold rain is falling
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In a golden dawn
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And deep beneath the ground
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The early morning sounds and I go down
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Sleeping time when I lie
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With my love by my side
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And she's breathing low
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And I rise like a bird
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In the haze and the first rays touch the sky
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And the night winds die
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2,Fearless,"
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You say the hill's too steep to climb
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Chiding
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You say you'd like to see me try
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Climbing
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You pick the place and I'll choose the time
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And I will climb that hill in my own way
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Just wait a while for the right day
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And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds
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I look down, hearing the sound of the things you've said today
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Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd
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Smiling
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Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
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Frowning
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And who's the fool who wears the crown?
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And go down in your own way
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And every day is the right day
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And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
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You look down, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd
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Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart
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And you'll never walk alone
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You'll never walk alone
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Liverpool! Liverpool!
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3,San Tropez,"
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As I reach for a peach
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Slide a line down behind
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A sofa in San Tropez
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Breaking a stick with a brick on the sand
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Riding a wave in the wake of an old Sedan
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Sleeping alone in the drone of the darkness
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Scratched by the sand that fell from my love
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Deep in my dreams and I still hear her calling
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If you're alone, I'll come home
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Backward and home-bound
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The pigeon the dove
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Gone with the wind and the rain on an airplane
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Born in a home with no silver spoon
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I'm drinking champagne like a good tycoon
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Sooner than wait for a break in the weather
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I'll gather my far-flung thoughts together
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Speeding away on a wind to a new day
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If you're alone, I'll come home
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And I pause for a while
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By a country stile
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And listen to things they say
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Digging for gold in a hole in my hand
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Open the book, take a look at the way things stand
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And you're leading me down to the place by the sea
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I hear your soft voice calling to me
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Making a date for later by phone
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And if you're alone I'll come home
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4,Seamus,"
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I was in the kitchen
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Seamus, that's the dog, was outside
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Well, I was in the kitchen
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Seamus, my old hound was outside
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Well, you know the sun was sinking slowly
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But my old hound-dog sat right down and cried
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5,Echoes,"
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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
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And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
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The echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
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And everything is green and submarine
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And no one showed us to the land
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And no one knows the where's or why's
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But something stirs and something tries
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And starts to climb towards the light
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Strangers passing in the street
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By chance two separate glances meet
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And I am you and what I see is me
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And do I take you by the hand
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And lead you through the land
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And help me understand the best I can?
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And no one calls us to move on
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And no one forces down our eyes
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No one speaks and no one tries
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No one flies around the sun
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Cloudless every day you fall
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Upon my waking eyes
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Inviting and inciting me to rise
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And through the window in the wall
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Come streaming in on sunlight wings
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A million bright ambassadors of morning
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And no one sings me lullabies
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And no one makes me close my eyes
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So I throw the windows wide
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And call to you across the sky
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