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I live by the ocean. And during the night. I dive into it. Down to the bottom. Underneath all currents. And drop my anchor. This is where I'm staying. This is my home. . I live by the ocean
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Oh! You told me you were sorry, when I needed your advice. And I was too confused to see the meaning. Like Peter, you disowned me with a voice as cold as ice. And before the fire died and they
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(Dave Mason). . Seems that I had just to stay. The birds have flown, the sky's turned gray. The bees have ruffled by the flowers. Plastic plants that never die and I. Hope they never find me
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the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger. He's but a stranger to himself. . Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole. His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul
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the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger. He's but a stranger to himself. . Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole. His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul
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the beggar's mind, he's but a stranger. He's but a stranger to himself. . Suspended from a rope inside a bucket down a hole. His hands are torn and bloodied from the scratching at his soul
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patterns. All that we really know is that we're really living. . (spoken. The man that seeks the world, his wisdom seeks to know his mind. And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or
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membrane can't veil. The branded picture of you The signs and signals show, the traffic lights say, go. Again you baffle me, pretending not to see, oh, me I broke into your room, I broke down in my room
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(Winwood/Capaldi). . Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky. Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend. We travel on together searching for the end. . (Chorus). I'm a
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(Winwood/Capaldi). . Once again I'm northward bound, on the edge of sea and sky. Tomorrow is my friend, my one and only friend. We travel on together searching for the end. . (Chorus). I'm a
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(Winwood/Capaldi). . I bought a sequined suit from a pearly queen. And she could drink more wine than I'd ever seen. She had some gypsies' blood flowing through her feet. And when the time was
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alive as he could be. And the children say he could laugh and play. Just the same as you and me Frosty the Snowman. Frosty the Snowman He led them down the streets of town. Right to the traffic cop
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up and down the Westway, in and out the lights. What a great traffic system, it's so bright. I can't think of a better way to spend the night. Than speeding around underneath the yellow lights
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up and down the Westway, in and out the lights. What a great traffic system, it's so bright. I can't think of a better way to spend the night. Than speeding around underneath the yellow lights
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