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bobby mooreengland died with bobby mooreand there's not a lot left worth fighting for there'll be a millionaire
a week the green shoots
england died with
bobby moore they're dying in the
hospital corridors england died with
bobby moore they're begging in
boxes by the house of lords england died with
bobby moore the e. m. forster
films are just out of reach where crack stalks
the shopping centres in a heroin haze and when england is
dreaming it will always waken up england died with
bobby moore in the recession procession
england died with
bobby moore
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here come the girlswhen the boys are sitting at the barthe night goes slow they wish they knew all the things the girls know and when the girls get here it will surely show when the girls get here it will certainly show when the boys
when the boys are
sitting on their own Here come the girls
if only if only if
only here come the girls when the girls are
with the girls here come the girls
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2nd
class deliverance
I
drive a little van second
class delivery I'm
you're friendly mailman shirley
was getting sick in the mornings I
went down the delivery office I
got in my van I
had my eyes on the future and
to this, to this day sir and
I've been in strangeways, bristol, I've
been on the roof I've
been in strangeways, bristol, I've
been on the roof I've
been naked
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religious persuasion‘protestant or catholic’cried a voice from the crowd ‘not you again st peter’ I was thinking aloud should have packed my bags headed off for the coast had my time already come to meet the heavenly host? they switched on their
halos they were giving holy
orders it was hailing marys
they weren’t impressed
a lamb to the slaughter
as I expired I was
thinking bleeding and naked
onward christian soldiers
now if you’re visiting
some irish town someone’s got to stand
up or
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the walking woundedwhicker’s city of car blaststhere’s violence in the air suppressed beyond beliefs there’s only violence for their heirs herded into the queue for the last item News at Ten those vital statistics beckon condemning leaders condemn famous for fifteen seconds the trigger pulls from the past short paragraph tomorrow’s paper can’t wait for the weather forecast the weather’s forecast for the walking wounded off-sales
selling off there’s
weeds strangling the factories the
wounded watch from a distance grey
faces on a grey backdrop fed
lies dead
eyes fed
lies heart
beats heart beat
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she'll get over loving youin my melancholyI feel you all the more watching every breath of air and willing you to score you're much too young
to know this time she'll get over loving
you she'll get over hating
you do you understand
the feeling (I could be wrong about you) you're much too old
to waste your time by all accounts you
should be doing better she'll get over loving
you she'll get over hating
you she'll get over
do you understand
the feeling (I could be wrong about you) you're much too old
to waste your time (I could be wrong about you) I could be wrong about
you (I wish I was)
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cry baby crycry baby crymake your mother sigh she's old enough to know better (cry baby cry) the king of marigold
was in the kitchen cry baby cry
the king was in the
garden cry baby cry
the duchess of kirkcaldy
cry baby cry
12 o'clock a meeting
round the table cry baby cry
cry cry cry
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there were rosesnow my song for you this eveningwell it ain't to make you sad nor for adding to the sorrows of this troubled northern land but lately I been thinking and it just won't leave my mind to tell you about two friends of mine who were both good friiends one time now alan bell from
benagh there were roses,
roses, roses alan he was protestant
there were roses,
roses, roses well it was on a sunday
morning there were roses,
roses, roses now fear it ruled
the countryside there were roses,
roses, roses now my song for you
this evening I don't know where
the moral is there were roses,
roses, roses there were roses,
roses, roses
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marion girlI started off in county antrimwhere the sun shines red I was thinking about the desert so I went off to find you instead picked up a car by the corner headed off you on my mind well I wonder if you ever remembered to throw out the diaries of your neighbourhood husband who was once a friend of mine I drove right past
a churchyard looking for marion
girl I drew up beside a
lamp post to find a new cassette marion girl
marion girl
she told me she'd
been seen in some second-hand store looking for marion
girl marion girl
yes she said
yes she said yes I
will
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crazy stuffyou got the moneythat's what I want you got everything everything a boy could want you got time
you got the world
you got the voice
I want you to breathe
but you wanted the
world you gave away the
money and you gave up your
time and you gave up the
world said you gave up the
world the world wasn't enough
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a girl I once knew now invisiblea girl I once knewnow invisible a girl I once knew now invisible nicotine hair
a girl I once knew
lamplight shine
and a girl I once
knew try not to think
a girl I once knew
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because she loves itfirst she did it because she had tobut now she does it only if she wants to at first she did it because she needed to but now she does it because she loves it I got my bible
I got my bible
first she did it because
she had to I got my bible
we all gathered to
go first she did it because
she had to
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cinnamon sofasitting on a cinnamon sofa wearing ckthe fax sounds very different today there’s raisins in my guitar I don’t know what to do sitting on a cinnamon sofa with you your oil paint perfume
is autumn brown fast foreign cars
flash by my window I know you look so
beautiful today
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six string street 30 mphthe lights are low in ireland tonightand I’m on the northern highway the goats are in the garden and the radio’s playing my way my car’s seen better days none of them with me and this fine white line’s the borderline separating you and me well I’m thinking about a friend of mine he says ‘I’ve got so many strings to my bow’ I said ‘if you want to follow the easy road you better follow the one you know’ he
ended up in the middle of the road I
worked in an office into ’86 she
ended up in the middle of the road now
I’ve found my way out of the countryside come
with me
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some of the things I can bring...all lyrics copyright andy whiteexcept for 4. andy white/jon moorhead 7. andy white/angela mccluskey 8. john lennon/paul mccartney 9. tommy sands 11. andy white/kieran kennedy 13. andy white/tim finn |
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