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,Title,Lyrics
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0,Cirrus Minor,"
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In a churchyard by a river
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Lazing in the haze of midday
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Laughing in the grasses
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And the graves
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Yellow bird, you are not lone
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In singing and in flying on
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In laughing and in leaving
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Willow weeping in the water
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Waving to the river daughters
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Swaying in the ripples and the reeds
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On a trip to Cirrus Minor
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Saw a crater in the Sun
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A thousand miles of moonlight later
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1,The Nile Song,"
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I was standing by the Nile
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When I saw the lady smile
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I would take her out for a while
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For a while
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Like tears wept like a child
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How her golden hair was blowing wild
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Then she spread her wings to fly
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For to fly
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Soaring high above the breezes
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Going always where she pleases
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She will make it to the islands
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In the sun
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I will follow in her shadow
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As I watch her from my window
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One day I will catch her eye
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She is calling from the deep
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Summoning my soul to endless sleep
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She is bound to drag me down
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Drag me down
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2,Crying Song,"
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We smile and smile
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We smile and smile
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Laughter echoes in your eyes
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We climb and climb
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We climb and climb
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Foot falls softly in the pines
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We cry and cry
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We cry and cry
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Sadness passes in a while
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We roll and roll
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We roll and roll
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Help me roll away the stone
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3,Green Is The Colour,"
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Heavy hung the canopy of blue
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Shade my eyes and I can see you
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White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore
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She lay in the shadow of the wave
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Hazy were the visions of her playing
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Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine made her blind every time
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Green is the colour of her kind
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Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
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Envy is the bond between the hopeful and the damned
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4,Cymbaline,"
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The path you tread is narrow, and the drop is sheer and very high
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The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby
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Apprehension creeping like a tube-train up your spine
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Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final couplet rhyme?
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And it's high time, Cymbaline
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It's high time, Cymbaline
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Please, wake me
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A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side
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The ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide
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Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone
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Selling coloured photographs to magazines back home
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And it's high time, Cymbaline
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It's high time, Cymbaline
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Please, wake me
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The lines converging where you stand
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They must have moved the picture plane
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The leaves are heavy around your feet
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You hear the thunder of the train
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And suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range
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And Doctor Strange is always changing size
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And it's high time! (High time), Cymbaline
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It's high time, Cymbaline
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Please, wake me
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Doh, do-do-ro-ro
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Bah bah, ba-ba-ba-ba
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Do-do-ro-ro-woah-woah
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Bah bah, doo-doo-do-do-ro-ro
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Bah bah, ba-ra-ba-ba-ra-ra, bah
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And it's high time, Cymbaline
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It's high time, Cymbaline
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Please, wake me
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5,Ibiza Bar,"
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I'm so afraid
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Of mistakes that I've made
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Shaking every time that I awake
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I feel like a cardboard cut-out man
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So build me a time
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When the characters rhyme
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And the story line is kind
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I've aged and aged since the first page
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I've lived every line that you wrote
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Take me down, take me down
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From the shelf above your head
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And build me a time
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When the characters rhyme
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And the story line is kind
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I live where I'm left
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On the shelf like the rest
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And the epilogue reads like a sad song
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Please pick up your camera
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And use me again
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And build me a time
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When the characters rhyme
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And the storyline is kind
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Yea
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6,A Spanish Piece,"
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Pass the tequila, Manuel
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Listen, gringo, laugh at my lisp and I kill you
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I think
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This Spanish music
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It sets my soul on fire
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Lovely señorita
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Your eyes are like stars
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Your teeth are like pearls
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Your ruby lips
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