I never thought I'd miss you Half as much as I do And I never thought I'd feel this way The way I feel about you As soon as I wake up Every night, every
Take time for your pleasure And laugh with love Take the hand of another And sing for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa, for the wings of a dove Whoa, whoa
answers in bottles And others in degenerate ways But I don't care much for the question Madness is all in the mind Madness is all in the mind Madness is all in the mind Madness
come in off the street And you're beginning to feel the heat Well listen buster You better start to move your feet To the rockinest, rock-steady beat Of madness
Received a letter just the other day Don't seem they wanna know you no more They've laid it down given you their score Within the first two lines it bluntly
Naughty boys in nasty schools Headmasters breaking all the rules Having fun and playing fools Smashing up the woodwork tools All the teachers in the
My girl's mad at me I didn't wanna to see the film tonight I found it hard to say She thought I'd had enough of her Why can't she see? She's lovely to
(I am Michael Caine) He's walkin' where I'm afraid, I don't know I see the firemen jumpin' from the windows There's panic and I hear somebody scream (
Night boat to Cairo It's just gone noon, half past monsoon On the banks of the river Nile Here comes the boat only half afloat Oarsman grins a toothless
I tell you I didn't do it 'cause I wasn't there Don't blame me, it just isn't fair You listen to their side, now listen to mine Can't think of a story
Father wears his Sunday best Mother's tired she needs a rest The kids are playing up downstairs Sister's sighing in her sleep Brother's got a date to
Trying hard, I thought I'd done my best All my life, I can't get no rest Some who've closed the door before Say I can't carry on no more I hear them
When I get home it's late at night I'm black and bloody from my life I haven't time to clean my hands Cuts will only sting me through my dreams It's
Buster, he sold the heat With a rock steady beat An earthquake is erupting But not in Orange street A ghost dance is preparing You got to help us with
It's raining again I'm hearing its pitter patter down It's wet in the street Reflecting the lights and splashing feet Nowhere to go And nothing I have
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An insolent speck of youth Being taken for a walk So tightly by the ear That he can hardly talk Yesterday's men hang on to today To sing in the old fashioned
