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Crazy World
03:22
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Be it the right place at the wrong time
Or the wrong place at the right time
It got it's ups and It got its's downs
Looking for love and where it is found
Crazy, crazy world
Picture window capture this scene
Of busy bodies looking for a dream
A girl looking for a boy
And a boy looking for a girl
Crazy, crazy world
Passing through the streets and kicking though the leaves
Go a son and daughter of Adam and Eve
Hoping to steal a smile or a glance
Looking for a sign, a wink or a chance
Crazy, crazy world
He is like a junkie on a train
A poet who lacks solid refrain
May the wheels turn and the seats remain
Under his feet, so he don't fall again
Crazy, crazy world
She is full of hope and pain, it seems
Helen of Troy is back in blue jeans
She's got a weakness for a strong heart,
Addicted to hip quirks, with a lust for art
Crazy, crazy world
Slapping his feet to the daily grind,
He's looking for prose, but he 'aint got a line.
Snap goes the senses, low and behold
Blue eyes and hair of gold
Crazy, crazy world
In a brief exchange she wonders to herself,
"Will I find my love before I loose my health?"
When snap goes the senses, attention left
Up comes a boy, brash and bereft
Crazy, crazy world
Now the scene is set for a lovely start
As arrows pierce their heart
They take a seat next to each other afraid
One feels comfort, the other feels saved
Crazy, crazy world
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Goin' Out
02:56
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I'm goin' out, tonight
I'm gonna have, a good time
I hope to see you, Out
Tonight
Buy you drink, whoa
Be it whine, beer or whisky
Here we are, right or wrong
Tonight
Once were through
I'll walk you home
Down the road
Holding hands, steal a kiss
Feels like this
I see you here, I see you there,
I hope to see you, everywhere
And when I do, I'll grab a hold of you
Tonight
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Vertical Drain
04:46
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Gazing out my window
Pane per pane
12 on 12 roof come to a point
How I wish my life would do the same
They say at the peak
Shingles shed the most rain
Down the gutters through the
Vertical drain
And all these days
They all feel, so much the same
Like todays rain,
There all going down the vertical drain
Dazed and disheveled
I fall out of bed
Should have picked up a book
Turned the TV on instead
Whipped and twisted
Hair all up in a craze
What has happened to TV these days
Like my hair it is all
Whipped and twisted
Meaning fading away
Down the gutters through the
Vertical drain
All these days
They all feel, so much the same
Like todays rain,
There all going down the vertical drain
Speaking of troubled days
Of how lives are cut too short
That have worked to live so long
How being told you don't look right
Can make everything go wrong
Keeping fear to close
Instead of standing strong
Fighting through the pain
of this horrible rain
Down the gutters through the
Vertical drain
All these days
They all feel, so much the same
Like todays rain,
There all going down the vertical drain
There all going down the vertical drain
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