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Karen
03:31
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V1. Heard the clock striking midnight. Walking to catch the bus home. She stands over there, begging
her way to get by. Chorus: Karen platted your hair. For her kids, the kids that aren’t there. She lives on the
street and sleeps on her feet. She’s going no-where. V2. A life all battered and bruised. Condemned, ignored
and abused. Give her the way to make it all go away. Chorus. V3. When you’re walking the streets of the city.
Give Karen a nod and a smile. Surprised she’ll never say thank you but notice you tried.Chorus.
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Woman on the Track
03:54
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Chorus: Woman on the track, on the track, on the track. Woman on the track, what you gonna do
about it. Woman on the track, on the track, on the track, on the long way home. V1. Standing at the station,
coffee in your hand, a glimmer on the line in the sunshine. It’s a person not a trick of the light in your eye,
on the long way home. Chorus. V2. Out on the town with nothing on her mind. Met all her friends, had a real
good time. Lost all her money, her coat and a shoe, on the long way home. Chorus. V3. Bag on her shoulder,
glass in her hand. A flyer in her pocket for a late night band. Driver in his cab sees her stagger on the line.
Slams on his brakes. Does he stop in time? Chorus. Bridge: Ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh ooh, Ooh ooh
ooh. Chorus x3.
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One Chain Road
04:21
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V1. I’m on my way to One Chain Road. I’m on my way to One Chain Road. You can hear my voice now.
You can hear my voice and I know. V2. It’s half way there and half way back. It’s half way there and half
way back. The trees we planted growing. The leaves are out; the rising sap. Chorus: We’re getting close now,
getting close to One Chain road. We’re getting close now, getting close to One Chain road. V3. Trees of souls
are in that field. Trees of souls are in that field. Watch the sun go down. The Southern Cross is our shield.
V4. You can hear me calling way down the track. You can hear me calling way down the track. When the dust
is rising, when there’s dust I don’t look back. Chorus.
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Tale of Our Times
04:01
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V1. Sit yourself down with your whiskey. I’ll tell you a tale of our times. When 23 died, caught out by the
tide as they harvest the fruits of the sea. They harvest the fruits of the sea. V2. Liu and Xu back in China. Got the
call from their dad in the sea. I’m saying goodbye, getting ready to die. Tell the world what happened to me. Tell
the world what happened to me. Chorus: In a pub by the bay heard the gang master say. There’s plenty more fish
in the sea. There’s plenty more fish in the sea. V3. Picked up at three in the morning. Picking cockles ‘til late in
the night. It’s two hours too long, the tide is too strong. No help, no rescue in sight. No help, no rescue in sight.
Chorus. V4. Go down to Knotts End in the evening. See the lights on the sea in the dark. It’s Poles not Chinese
now fishing the seas. What are the lessons we’ve learned. What are the lessons we’ve learned. Chorus X2.
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V1. Singing a song the words came out wrong as the rain came down. Humming a tune as I enter the
room and I look around. Look around and turn away. Look around and turn away. V2. Wait for the train and it’s
raining again and the coffee’s strange. I’m thinking again back in seat number 10 that the world must change.
The world must change and turn around. The world must change and turn around. Chorus: Sitting thinking on
my own, I solve the problems of the world. Turn my mind to something new. I try to give my mind a rest, now
those things are off my chest and turn to look at what’s in view. Another day I look away. I can see I’m getting
close instead. Another day I look away. I can see I’m getting close instead. V3. I’d like to know why it’s crazy
again as I’m homeward bound. I’d like you to see what is happening to me when I look around. Look around
and turn away. Look around and turn away. Chorus. V4. Singing a song and the words came out wrong as the
rain came down. I’d like you to see what is happening to me when I look around. Look around and turn away.
Look around and turn away. Another day I look away. I can see I’m getting close instead. Another day I look
away. I can see I’m getting close instead. I can see I’m getting close instead. I can see I’m getting close instead.
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Chorus: When the train comes along, when the train comes along. I’ll meet you at the station, when
the train comes along. V1. I may be blind, I cannot see. I’ll meet you at the station, when the train comes
along. Chorus. V2. I marched on the shore, I cannot see. I’ll meet you at the station, when the train comes
along. Chorus. V3. If you see my mother, and she asks for me.I’ll gonna meet her at the station,
when the train comes along. Chorus. V4. If you see my father, and he asks for me.
I’m gonna meet him at the station, when the train comes along. Chorus.
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7. |
Alone in London
03:47
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V1. Is that one in the door-way, no two, maybe three. Sleeping wrapped round and imaginary tree.
Leaves and newspapers rolling by. Alone in London on a Tuesday night. V2. The Circle Line rumbles under
your feet. A man zig-zags down to the river to meet his hopes and his dreams as the water flows by. Alone in
London on a Tuesday night. Chorus: Alone in London on a Tuesday night. You see in the dawn, you see in the
light. You ask yourself is everything right? Alone in London on a Tuesday night. V3. You flick over channels,
you pick at your food. You try the Soduku, and get in the mood. For a trip for a pint at the back of the bar.
Alone in London on a Tuesday night. Chorus x2.
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The Sandpiper
05:08
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V1. The hidden bay where the road leads down to the sea. The valley mist swirls around your feet. The
water flows down, down, down to me. Chorus: And the waves are gently rolling. A soothing of the sand. I hear
the Sandpiper calling. As the cool, cool breeze it blows. V2. The fisherman casting from the rocks to catch the
lea. The herring gull dives to catch a fish I cannot see. See the small boats rise and fall, running with the sea.
Chorus. Bridge: It’s time, a time away to run. It’s time, a time away to run. V3. That day in May, we’re watching
as the sun goes down. Around the bay you can see the lights of a distant town. The tide is back. The moon is
coming up without a sound. Chorus.
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9. |
Same Thing Every Year
04:06
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V1. The rain keeps falling on my head. The rivers up the phone line’s dead. It’s been a week now,
may be more. Not a soul came through that door. V2. The logs are burning in the grate. They’ll soon be gone
but it’s too late. I’m stuck in Blues town, can’t escape. The water’s up to the garden gate. Chorus: The same
thing this time every year. Stare at the raindrops through my beer. V3. Instrumental. Chorus. V4. The wind is
howling through the trees. Darkening skies and stormy seas. I keep regretting what I said. Re-play like music
in my head. Chorus: The same thing this time every year. Stare at the raindrops through my tears. Stare at the
raindrops through my tears. Stare at the raindrops through my tears.
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Take Me Down That Path
04:38
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V1. Hello clouds, hello sky; a tear in your eye this morning. You walk along, and sing a song, do you
know what’s dawning? Chorus: Dancing to a tune that’s just in time. Listen to the clocks tick-tocking in your
mind. The people drink the wine and break the bread. Take me down that path I want to tread. V2. Take the
car, take the train, you’ll be there by morning. Leave us here, we’ll take the blame, you’ll not get home by
calling. Chorus. Bridge: You can’t see the name that’s written in the air. You can’t play the game that’s going
no where. Instrumental. Bridge. Chorus: Dancing to a tune that’s just in time. Listen to the clocks tick-tocking
in your mind. The people drink the wine and break the bread. Take me down that path I want to tread. Take
me down that path I want to tread. Take me down that path I want to tread.
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11. |
You'll Be Fine
03:35
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V1. From where I am I can see you there. Tears in your eyes and a look of dispair. There’s one thing
I want to say to you now. You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. V2. It’s ok to miss me, the good times were good. I’d
miss you too, if only I could. But I’ll wish instead, and this will come true. You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.
Chorus: You’ll be fine in your living. You’ll be fine in your dancing. You’ll be fine whenever in taking your
chances. I won’t need to worry and neither should you, You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine.
V3 Instrumental. Chorus. Bridge: Cry when you need to. Laugh when you want to. Do whatever it is that you
want. You’ll be fine, you’ll be fine. V4. I left you with memories, most of them good of the laughs we shared,
the love and the moods. They hang on the wall as you pass them by.
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12. |
Go to Sleep Lullaby
04:21
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V1. Welcome to our world; little child, little child. You put smiles on our faces, you’re a beauty to see.
We feed you, we change you, we watch you go to sleep. You can’t say what you’re thinking, may be nothing,
so sweet. Chorus: Go to sleep my darling. Go to sleep tonight. Go to sleep my baby, my baby, sleep tight.
Go to sleep my darling. Go to sleep tonight. Go to sleep my baby, my baby, sleep tight. V2. Hold you on our
shoulder, whisper in your ear. You go rooting and snuffling and snorting my dear. Open up your eyes. Say what
can you see? You see the ones who love you. We’ll spare you the tears. Chorus. Bridge: Hold your little hand
and stroke your hair. Watch you gently breathing in the air. Chorus.
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