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: In the morning - gonna get my things together. Packing up and I'm leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face
: There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right
Oh I want to see you soon but I wonder how. It was a new day yesterday but it's an old day now. Spent a long time looking for a game to play. My
heavy rolling? Move these rocks on the road. Crumbs on the breakfast table. And a million other little things to spoil my day. Now how about a little light music
: Tip-toes in silence `round my bed and quiets the raindrops overhead. With her everlasting smile She still my fever for a while. Oh, nursie dear
fly till the midsummer's day, Till he looked both pale and wan, oh, Then little Sir John has grown a long long beard And so became a man. They have
these nights playing precious games. Cheap hotel in some seaboard town closed down for the winter and whispered names. Puppy-dog waves on a big moon
: Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed, where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things He later said. When you
living without them. Old queers with young faces who remember your name, though you're a dead beat with tired feet; two ends that don't meet. To a
: In the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking
sigh, don't you cry, lick the dust from your eye. Life's a long song. Life's a long song. Life's a long song. We will meet in the sweet light of
