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Guillô, prends ton tambourin,. Toi, prends ta flûte, Robin. Au son de ces instruments. Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan. Au son de ces instruments. Je dirai Noël, gaiement. Willie, bring your little
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Wonder why it's getting cold at night. I must be getting old. Looks like I'm gonna have to wait a while. What the hell, I'm bored. What's that there on the railway line. Looks like my old brown
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. Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze. Your on that pan american on her way to new or-leans. If your ever in the south lands and want to see the scenes. Just get your self
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that. Whistle whine. Stick your head right out the window and feel that southern breeze. Your on that pan american on her way to new or-leans. . If your ever in the south lands and want to see the
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. Livin' for their whiskey, wine, and gin I heard a woman scream. Yeah and I peeped through the door. Some cat was workin' on Annie with a. Lord with a two-by-four Hey hey hey hey. Alley's the roughest
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, flute, clarinet, bass clarinet, soprano saxophone, alto saxophone, tenor saxophone, bassoon). Ian underwood (electric organ, piano, harpsichord, celeste, flute, clarinet, alto saxophone, baritone
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take the call. Deeper and deeper. Is it the smell of the oil the sweat and the toil that makes. Living unreal. The yuppie in the suit the man with a flute what did he steal. It's beginning to break
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The flash pan hunter sways with the wind. His rifle is the sound of the morning. Each sulfurous bullet way have it's own wit. Each cartridge comes with a warning. Beware of elaborate telescopic
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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. Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale a day. Oh Lordy. Pick a bale of cotton. Oh Lordy. Pick a bale a day. Oh Lordy. Pick a bale of cotton. Oh Lordy. Pick a bale a day. I said me and my buddy gonna
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will be seashells in the Florida pan. And an old heart with in me beatin'. Before I ever take you back again. . It'll be a cold day in December. It'll be a hot day in mid July. Or a cool night in
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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(Latimer/Bardens). The sun has left the sky. Now you can close your eyes. Leave ALL the world behind until tomorrow. The dream is like a song. It leads you on and on. The piper plays his tune
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the call. Deeper oh, oh Is it the smell of the oil the sweat and the toil. That makes livin' unreal?. The yuppie in the suit the man with a flute what did he steal?. It's beginning to break there is
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down to Peru. In llama land there's a one-man band. And he'll toot his flute for you. Come on fly with me, let's take off in the blue. . Once I get you up there where the air is rarefied. We'll
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hand. Now the fool's got to choose. And the joker's in the smoker with his palm on the hot pan. 'Cause I'm that boy with the ball and chain. Floating through the sky, looking down from my jet plane
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such place as a Neverland. You don't understand. You'll never grow up. You're never gonna be a man. Peter Pan. ♪. Deep down, I knew that you were too good to be true. But every piece and part of me
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Soaked yourself in gasoline. And you're down the Incomprehensible. Are you lying, frying pan eyes You pawn my box at the Highland store. You're waitress night or two before. But you're trying
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messianic peter pan. Just a boy, just a boy, just a little * boy, I can never be a man. I ain't no working man, I do the best I can, I got the devil's hand. Rollin' sixes. I am the habit man, I use
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be Ever just the same Ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure The sun will rise Ever just the same And ever a surprise Ever as before And ever just as sure As the sun will rise Tell as old
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