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Tropical Blues
03:09
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I drink whiskey,
some of the time,
help ease my mind.
In the evening,
when the sun goes down
I like to take my time
If I was wandering on,
I wouldn't be doing nothing wrong.
I breathe it in, I breath it out,
the Tropical Blues is all gone.
When it's over,
I run for cover,
the light a creping through the door
I died in your arms,
I fell for your charms
I'd like to think so anyway
If I was wandering on,
I wouldn't be doing nothing wrong.
I breathe it in, I breathe it out,
the Tropical Blues is all gone
When the sun goes down
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Esmerelda
02:10
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I wonder as I wander down in the fairytale,
how it felt to be Jonah stuck inside that big old whale.
As I get up I decide now is the time to be free,
From the hope and the pain and the chains that are holding me.
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask for this
Esmerelda sits like Buddah there on her sowing chest.
Shes got hair like Jesus but a throne just like all the rest.
I try to get close, I try to ask for her name.
But I'm scared of all the confusion that could come my way.
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask for this,
I didn't ask for this......
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You set my soul on fire,
when you set my sprit free.
You saw the emptiness there inside of you and me.
I can't get much higher,
with you watching over me.
you take me to the centre, the heart of everything.
One of these mornings,
One of these days,
One of these mornings gonna take you away.
Don't look down
int he Picadilly Lights,
They'll take you were you don't want to go
When the levee breaks,
in the middle of the night,
You better learn fast if you don't know.
One of these mornings,
One of these days,
One of these mornings gonna take you away.
I been watching you,
I been holding your hand,
I been trying to get back to that Goddam promised land.
Everything that you do honey,
Everything that you say.
I still can't believe it when you're coming my way
One of these mornings,
One of these days,
One of these mornings gonna take you away.
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Going out to the people who haven't got a voice,
Lost in the illusion like they haven't got a choice,
The white horse is rising, it's coming with the dawn.
Everybodies loosing but which side are you on?
What are we really?? What are we fighting for??
Went to the demonstration but the solution never came,
Peace is just the time before the killing starts again.
Can't you hear the feet, marching by your door.
Can't you hear them screaming we won't take this anymore?
What are we really?? What are we fighting for??
This world is full of poison and I can name you three,
Greed, ill will, delusion and the sense of lack thats haunting me.
I feel that change is coming, I can see it in the breeze,
but with that helicopter buzzing lord it's hard to find the key.
So eat your TV dinner son, forget about what you saw.
There ain't no revolution behind the golden door.
Name me a man not guilty of wanting more.
Now you've got your sword what you gonna use it for?
What are we really?? What are we fighting for??
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