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Intro 2
02:59
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carpet stain
fallen rain
what must i do?
coz' it's the afternoon
and i'm still hitting snooze
and i abstain
from spirit again
slept through the fall
slept through world war three
it made no sense to me
so come back round
there's so much for me to say
if only i knew how to say it
so i'll be praying until i do
man, cut me slack
there's so much for me to do
what does it all amount to?
when evening comes too soon
and golden rays
through trees that sway
in the winter wind
oh it's such a sin
to not be in rapture
always
and i abstain
from thought again
poured myself a little wine
told myself that it was fine
i'd stop again tomorrow
so come back round
there's so much for me to make
if only i knew how to make it
so i'll be praying
until i do
man, cut me slack
there's so much i never knew
what does it all amount to?
when evening comes too soon
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The Fool
03:51
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i found something
in my wandering
something to hold in the cold
i found something in the countryside
something to guide me through the day
now i am home, i am listening
listen to the sound
a tune that can call me on
wending my way through the dark night
hear the morning sound
i don't wanna play the fool anymore
and now that the earth has nearly done
its yearly round of the sun
i can't wait for spring to come
but before it arrives i will drink my wine
and just philosophise
coz' i don't wanna play the fool anymore
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Nothing I Can Do
03:43
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out in the fray
there's a feeling i can't say
and it sends all my love
fits like a glove
in the cavalcade
of a summer's day
but how could i know
how the spirit grows?
parting the clouds
veiled in a shroud
of all things today
to drift away
why does the sun
depart as quick as it comes?
why is the day
made for to fade away?
coz' the morning's creeping on
but i'm still sleeping on
i feel the wind
in the willows weeping on
and there is nothing i can say
and there is nothing i can do
and all through my dreams
i'll be bottling up the breeze
and i'll send it off you
and sigh till day is through
and i'll be the judge
for all the beauty in the mud
and i'll make my case
and depart without a trace
why does the sun
depart as quick as it comes?
why is the day
made for to fade away?
coz' the morning's creeping on
but i'm still sleeping on
i feel the wind
in the willows weeping on
and there is nothing i can say
and there's no way to get me through
and there is nowhere i can go
and no one to answer to
and i really feel there's nothing
nothing i can do
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Out by the Sea
04:26
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out by the sea
time to dig a little dream
i'm rolling by the coastline casually
and all that i can think to do is sing this tune
and it goes la la la
the day is growing darker by the hour
but i have the power
and nigh's the hour
to sail me on my way
the break of day
the break in the wheel
the silence on the hill
the deep ancient well of childhood memory
shines its light on me
and out by the sea
at the very least
i'd like to be as good as i can be
but all that i can think to do is sing this tune
and it goes la la la
the sky is growing brighter by the day
and summer's haze
will come again
to sail me on my way
the break of day
the break in the wheel
the silence on the hill
riddles in the dark
summertime in the park
the deep ancient well of childhood memory
shines its light on me
shines on me
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Sigh Away
04:43
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sigh away
to the day you fall
smile in rain
the endless shore
i wanna know
who cares
at all
i wanna see
circling free
the light of dawn
ooh yeah feel the sound
ooh yeah homeward bound
ooh yeah come back round
ooh yeah touch the ground
so sigh away
your love is true
and smile again
what else is there to do?
i wanna know
who cares
at all
i wanna see
circling free
the light of dawn
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Winding on the Way
04:38
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late as always
comes the spring
but wonderfully ornate
are its offerings
cold's the winter
from long ago
now my time has come
i'll see you when i go
the wind are winding on the way
the rains are falling on the windowpane
the truth is lying in the grass
its time has come at last
but surely rises
some clearer way
a tune to guide us
through hazy days
sure's the whisper
to those who know
now the hour has come
it's time for me to go
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