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0,If,"
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If I were a swan, I'd be gone
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If I were a train, I'd be late
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And if I were a good man
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I'd talk with you more often than I do
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If I were asleep, I could dream
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If I were afraid, I could hide
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If I go insane
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Please don't put your wires in my brain
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If I were the moon, I'd be cool
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If I were a rule, I would bend
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If I were a good man
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I'd understand the spaces between friends
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If I were alone, I would cry
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And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry
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And if I go insane
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Will you still let me join in with the game?
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If I were a swan, I'd be gone
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If I were a train, I'd be late again
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If I were a good man
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I'd talk with you more often than I do
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1,Summer '68,"
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Do, do-do
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Do, do-do
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Do, do-do-do
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Do-do-do-do
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Would you like to say something before you leave?
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Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel
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We say goodbye before we've said hello
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I hardly even like you, I shouldn't care at all
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We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud
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From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year
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And I would like to know
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How do you feel?
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(How do you feel?)
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How do you feel?
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(How do you feel?)
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Not a single word was said, the night still hid our fears
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Occasionally you showed a smile, but what was the need
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I felt the cold far too soon in a room of 95
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My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there
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Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you
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Have you time before you leave to greet another man?
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Just you let me know
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How do you feel?
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How do you feel?
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How do you feel?
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How do you feel?
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Goodbye to you, Charlotte Pringle's due
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I've had enough for one day
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2,Fat Old Sun,"
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When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
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Summer evening birds are calling.
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Summer Sunday and a year,
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The sound of music in my ears.
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Distant bells,
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New-mown grass smells so sweet.
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By the river holding hands,
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Roll me up and lay me down.
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And if you see,
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Don't make a sound.
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Pick your feet up off the ground.
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And if you hear as the warm night falls
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The silver sound from a tongue so strange,
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Sing to me, sing to me.
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When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
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Summer evening birds are calling.
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Children's laughter in my ears,
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The last sunlight disappears.
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And if you see,
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Don't make a sound.
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Pick your feet up off the ground.
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And if you hear as the warm night falls
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The silver sound from a tongue so strange,
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Sing to me, sing to me.
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When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
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Summer evening birds are calling.
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Children's laughter in my ears,
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The last sunlight disappears.
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3,Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast,"
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Oh, uh, me flakes, then uh, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, tomatoes... toast, coffee... marmalade, I like marmalade. Yes, porridge is nice. Any cereal, I like all cereals... oh God. Kickoff is 10 a.m.
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[Part 1. Rise And Shine]
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Breakfast in Los Angeles, macrobiotic stuff...
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[Part 2. Sunny Side Up]
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I don't mind a barrow, I like barrowing the stuff in
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I've got a terrible back. When I work, it hurts me
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D'you know what I mean, John?
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Well, he's sort of, err... when driving on the road he has a sleep, gets ready for the gig
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I don't know
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He does all the electrical stuff. I can't be bothered with that, it's so fiddly...
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[Part 3. Morning Glory]
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All my head's a blank
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