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Raise to be your lady,. In night on golden bloom. Alice was the spung on the public school. With the devil barrel near in the back of her prints. And a simple case and moment doesn't love me
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Raise to be your lady,. In night on golden bloom. Alice was the spung on the public school. With the devil barrel near in the back of her prints. And a simple case and moment doesn't love me
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becoming afraid of the sea Where ya going? Where ya been?. Are you trying so hard to fit in?. What's the point? Fix the joint. And tomorrow you can tell me again And Alice is on the rooftop. Alice is on
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In the house where alice lives. Alice's. It's a mess of souvenirs. There to remind. Telling the time. In the garden where you go. Flowers die. People say it's cold out there. You disagree
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try them all. It's such a long, long way to fall. Alice! Alice! Oh, Alice! How can you know this way not that?. You choose the door, you choose the path. Perhaps you should be coming back. Another
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Song Alice - Mott The Hoople. Now Alice needed money. I put ten dollars on the breeze. As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees. And as a hurricane passed by, she clutched the money from
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Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues Reality it
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Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues Reality it
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Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues Reality it
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Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues Reality it
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Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double-barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of mummy-doesn't-love-me blues Reality it
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feel your breath. I don’t wanna show it. It’s my secret. It’s all in my dreams. Chorus. I wanna live the different life. I wanna be your magic pie. Don’t tell me how. Just tell me why. And tell the
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One pill makes you larger. And one pill makes you small. And the ones that mother gives you. Don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice, when she's ten feet tall. . And if you go chasing rabbits
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to stop the sound coming. . Cause the truth is you're probably not as bad as I make you out to be. To the boys and the girls, that will listen closely. No. I'm the one that is happy. You can
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see? It's clear like a mirror. Magic mirror, magic mirror, magic mirror Magic mirror, magic mirror, magic mirror Now your eyes are open and you know you were a fool. You always had the power, but you
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Once in a lifetime, you find that power. To break out and run from the Devil's deep clutch. All that you need, it's the finest hour. Is to believe in the magic touch A thief in the night. Love
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Raised to be a lady by the golden rule. Alice was the spawn of a public school. With a double barrel name in the back of her brain. And a simple case of Mummy-doesn't-love-me blues. . Reality it
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She's got the magic touch. And you're walkin' around in a dream. She's got the magic touch. Oh no, but it ain't what it seems You feel there's a fire burnin'. When she feels cold inside. But you
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know when to stop and to start. Once you see that no one really wins. Then the magic begins Bring back the magic. Don't make life so tragic. Bring back the magic. Don't make life so tragic Beach
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know when to stop and to start. Once you see that no one really wins. Then the magic begins Bring back the magic. Don't make life so tragic. Bring back the magic. Don't make life so tragic Beach
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You're sailing softly through the sun. In a broken stone age dawn. You fly so high. . I get a strange magic,. Oh, what a strange magic,. Oh, it's a strange magic. Got a strange magic,. Got a
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What a drag it is. These gold lame' jeans. Is this the coolest way. To get though your teens. Well, I cut my hair weird. I read that it was in. I looked like a rooster. That was drowned and
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I can`t wait to wake up in my very own bed. Far away from the madness and my pounding head. The shiver up my spine and this feeling of dread Well first I finally passed out, then I woke up in pain
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. I'm a chameleon There's more then one dimension. I can fool you and attract attention. Camouflage my nature. Let me demonstrate Makeup's all off. Who am I?. Magic's in the makeup. Who am I? If you
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You walk in the room, everybody stares. The talking stops, there's a silence there. The room is yours, you own it now. You're in control and everybody down here knows You got a place in my heart
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Alice said to come on in now it's time for bed. The hour's quite late I need a nap to clear my head. And later, down, the pillow softly calls to me. . I've never sent down, bounced all around
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Pick a card any card that's what he told me. I took it to rodeo and it worked like magic for me. Spa massage, I�m at the Bellag. His' and her's flying spurs automatical rush. . And I�m charming
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Music makes pictures and often tells stories. All of it magic and all of it true. And all of the pictures and all of the stories. All of the magic, the music is you Music makes pictures and often
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arm and a leg. We get three half-dozen beats to choose from. So now we can pretend. That there's an orchestra in the loungeroom. I put the Genie Bass on. So my left hand can play the choir. With 16th
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got the magic touch Here I go reeling, uh-oh. I'm feeling the glow, uh-oh. But where can I go from you? I didn't know too much. And then I felt your touch. And now I've learned, I can return. The
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call that tied up the line. For hours and hours. The Saturday dance, I got up the nerve. To send you some flowers Magic moments. Memories we've been sharin'. Magic moments. When two hearts are
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call that tied up the line. For hours and hours. The Saturday dance, I got up the nerve. To send you some flowers Magic moments. Memories we've been sharin'. Magic moments. When two hearts are
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call that tied up the line. For hours and hours. The Saturday dance, I got up the nerve. To send you some flowers Magic moments. Memories we've been sharin'. Magic moments. When two hearts are
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point the author made. And after the closing lines,. And after the curtain calls,. The curtain falls. On empty chairs,. Where's the orchestra?
