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Faraway Girl
04:55
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FARAWAY GIRL
BENEATH THE STARS ON TROLLEY CARS
THE WORLD SPINS ON IT'S STAGE
TAKE ME HOME TO PLACES KNOWN
THE WRITINGS ON THe PAGE
I'M LOOKING FOR
I'M LOOKING FOR
MY FARAWAY GIRL
AND SHE'S LOOKING FROM
SHE'S LOOKING FROM
HER FARAWAY WORLD
A SMILE OR LAUGH FROM THE PAST
BRINGS BACK TIMES THAT RHYME
SHE TELL ME THINGS THEN I DREAM
THE CLOCK SLOWLY WINDS
I'M LOOKING FOR
I'M LOOKING FOR
MY FARAWAY GIRL
AND SHE'S LOOKING FROM
SHE'S LOOKING FROM
HER FARAWAY WORLD
THE EYES THAT LOOK AT THE HEART YOU TOOK
COULD I FIND A BETTER PLACE
I'LL STAY HERE THROUGH THE YEARS
THE MEMORIES THAT WE TRACE
I'M LOOKING FOR
I'M LOOKING FOR
MY FARAWAY GIRL
AND SHE'S LOOKING FROM
SHE'S LOOKING FROM
HER FARAWAY WORLD
REPEAT FIRST VERSE****
CHORUS***
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Ferris Wheel
05:04
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GINGER GIRLS ON FERRIS WHEELS
SLIPPING THROUGH MY WINDOW SILL
WE'LL TALK ABOUT THAT TIME IN FRANCE
WHEN I THOUGHT I COULD DANCE
**LOVE IS LOVE
THAT'S ALL I KNOW
RISE ABOVE
AND LET IT GO
**MAYBE THERE'S SOMEONE ABOVE
MAYBE WE'LL TAKE A CHANCE AT LOVE
FERRIS WHEEL
WE'LL FIND A PLACE WE'LL KNOW
MAYBE AT A PICTURE SHOW
HOLDING HANDS AND MAKING PLANS
THAT'S ALL I REALLY NEED TO KNOW
**CHORUS
NIGHTIME STARS THEY FADE AWAY
SEASIDE SHOPS IN SLOW DECAY
WHEN I'M SITTING NEXT TO YOU
I ALWAYS HAVE A CLEARER VIEW
**LOVE IS LOVE
THAT'S ALL I KNOW
RISE ABOVE
AND LET IT GO
**MAYBE THERE'S SOMEONE ABOVE
MAYBE WE'LL TAKE A CHANCE AT LOVE
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Straight Lines
03:36
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STRAIGHT LINES
THROUGH THE STRAIGHT LINES
IN THESE CONFINES
I DO LINGER
AFTER ALL IS SAID
I HEAR THE TIRE TREADS
GOING ROUND
**CHORUS
MUSIC THROUGH A SECOND FLOOR WINDOW
FROM THE DARK HAIRED GIRL ON THE PIANO
TURNS MY HEAD JUST A LITTLE
I MOVE IN INCHES
UNDERNEATH PARK BENCHES
SEARCHING FOR MY WORDS
THIS IS MY DAILY LIFE
SOMETIMES CUTS LIKE A KNIFE
LITTLE DAMAGE DONE
**CHORUS
MUSIC THROUGH A SECOND FLOOR WINDOW
FROM THE DARK HAIRED GIRL ON THE PIANO
TURNS MY HEAD JUST A LITTLE
SILENT ARE THESE WALLS
I FEEL THE PITFALLS
CLIMBING DOWN
I AM THE LIGHT
ALWAYS IN YOUR SIGHT
DON'T YOU REMEMBER
**CHORUS
REPEAT FIRST VERSE
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Special
04:34
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Special
SO YOU THINK YOU'RE SOMEONE SPECIAL
THOUGH YOUR TIME ON EARTH IS SHORT
AND THOUGH ITS NOT OFFICIAL
I EXPECT A FULL REPORT.
chorus
TAKE UP YOUR ARMS AND BLOW YOUR HORN
GRAB YOUR CEPTOR AND YOUR CROWN
ONE PERSONS DYING ONE PERSONS BORN
TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN
TELL ME ALL YOUR STORIES
LINE THEM NEATLY IN A ROW
AND WITH EYES LIKE PETER LORRE
NEVER BE THE STATUS QUO
chorus
TAKE UP YOUR ARMS AND BLOW YOUR HORN
GRAB YOUR CEPTOR AND YOUR CROWN
ONE PERSONS DYING ONE PERSONS BORN
TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN
I LIKE TO THINK IT ALL HAS MEANING
YEARS AND YEARS OF ENDLESS WORDS
THAT MY LIFE'S NOT CAREENING
INTO CONVERSATIONS OVERHEARD
chorus
TAKE UP YOUR ARMS AND BLOW YOUR HORN
GRAB YOUR CEPTOR AND YOUR CROWN
ONE PERSONS DYING ONE PERSONS BORN
TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN
ONE PERSONS DYING ONE PERSONS BORN
TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN
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Touch
04:05
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WHEN I STOP TO THINK OF YOU
IT ALWAYS STARTS WITH GREENS AND BLUES
SUN IS SETTING SHADOWS CAST
CLOSE THE CURTAINS RAISE THE MAST
LEANING IN I SMELL YOUR SCENT
SUN AND SWEAT JUST A HINT
I LINGER THERE FOR A WHILE
BUT MY BODY WON'T RELENT
YOU STEPPED INTO MY PHOTOGRAPH
I SAID SOMETHING AND MADE YOU LAUGH
LOOKING AT YOUR EYES AND LIPS
THE TOUCH OF YOUR FINGER TIPS
CHORUS
THE WORDS YOU WHISPER IN MY EAR
SOUNDS YOU MAKE TELL ME YOU ARE NEAR
YOUR BODY WHEN IT'S NEXT TO ME
ALL I FEEL IS ECSTASY
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Richard Gilbert Dallas, Texas
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