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Meet me on the banks of the Yangtze, Suzie
Beneath the glare of the New-West Yard
We'll watch the barges cart away the waste of another day
We'll watch the barges cart away the waste of another day
Meet me in the middle of Renmin Park
Where the stone bridge meets the pond
We'll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
We'll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
Listen for the song of the propane seller
Bouncing off the walls
His morning cry a promise to you from me
His morning song a blessing on you and me
Meet me on the banks of the Yangtze, Suzie
Beside the gate of the New-West Yard
We'll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
We'll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
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Merciless nature, human and mother walk this land
Each through the arm of the other
Their tithe they count in millions
In a Land that loves its villains
So calculating it parses a man
Between the hand that held the dream
And the sword being held by the hand
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Tangled bones of their crimes bleaching
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Bleaching bones of their crimes tangling
There he stands a mere mist of a thing
Waiting his turn to challenge the King
He counts his time in centuries
He lives on the smallest of mercies
He counts his time in centuries
As the map is unrolled the dagger comes out
And that which was certain will now end in doubt
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken
Thank you Sir Francis Bacon
Another piece of advice not taken
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Stranger here
Face down in the river floating by
A backwards sky
Stranger here
Hung by the neck
Jeered by the crowd
Stranger here
Stranger here
And I could tell you about the time
I was looking for a rhyme
communing with the planets above
I am the righteous man
The one you're looking for
I am a stranger here. I am a stranger here
Stranger here
The legend will be told about the boy
Never hungry, never cold
Stranger here
Smoke in my eyes
Strange taste on my tongue
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
And I could tell you about the evening
That I was out drinking
And fell asleep by the side of the well
I am the righteous man
The one you're looking for
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
And I could tell you about the time
I was swinging from the twine
And saw you flirting with that Jack-in-the-crowd
I am the righteous man
The one you're looking for
I am a stranger here
I am a stranger here
Stranger here
Head on the pillow floating by
Willows sigh
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After twelve years of feeding
Days spent barely breathing
I'm worth only a few bags of grain
Oh the shame, the shame, the shame
So I'll take me beating
Never once complaining
Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame
After sixteen years hard labour
He bumped into a neighbour
Who told him about a world gone insane
He said, "I cannot stress any stronger
But you cannot rest on your honour"
The shame, the shame, the shame
She leaves her there sleeping
Hoping that she's dreaming
About a life worth more than a few bags of grain
Oh the shame, oh the shame, the shame
But my spirit will live on
My daughter you will not claim
My spirit will live on
My spirit you can not claim
My daughter you will not claim
Can not claim
You can not claim
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You throw away the gun
Did I tell you what's to be done
I need it to kill just one
And you said, "I cannot sit sadly by your side"
And you said, "I cannot sit sadly by your side"
I try to push open the door
just to see what came before
but there is a body on the floor
And you said, "I cannot sit sadly by your side"
And you said, "I cannot sit sadly by your side"
You brought back that guitar
I told you I wanted it no more
it only plays the songs that no one is asking for
I cannot sit sadly by your side
I cannot sit sadly by your side
I bust in to the room not knowing really what to do
So I reach down and tear out page two hundred and fifty two
It reads, " I can not sit sadly by your side"
It reads. "I can not sit sadly by your side"
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Tell me what brings you closer my dear
is it the beauty or the fear
Tell me what keeps your interest here
is it the chill or is it the fever
Is it the terror or the grief
Is it the trigger or the breach
You've got to get a good heart
You need a good heart
Take me back to another time
When the birds brought forth the sun
Take me back to that golden year
When the pain brought forth the gun
You've got to get a good heart
You've got to get a good heart
Is it the beauty or the fear
Is it the chill or is it the fever
Take me back to another time
When the birds brought forth the sun
Leave it there it's sad and tired
It's time that we moved on
You need a good heart
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Hear them buzzing in the trees
A lot like us a dying breed
One voice now is all we need
Hear them buzzing in the trees
Nothing left but empty shells
No memory now of where we fell
No one left to truly tell
The tale of how we truly fell
Once again the simple truth
Is crushed beneath the leather boot
A lot like us a dying breed
Hear them buzzing in the trees
A lot like us a dying breed
One voice now is all we need
Hear them buzzing in the trees
Nothing left but empty shells
No memory now of where we fell
No one one left to truly tell
the tale of how we truly fell
No trees here to hide behind
Those big red wheels they slowly grind
Hear them buzzing in the trees
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Notice the fall of the city
Please watch it closely
The sun outside shining
The moon also hanging
The years start to gather
your dreams start to tatter
Your tears busy fuelling this song I'm singing tonight
Through those hopeless nights
I wander alone
Through those hopeless nights
You hold me hand
Happiness a distance we'll never see
This cool fall night only confuses me
At night when we should be sleeping
I lie awake and hear you weeping
About all the things you ever wanted
About all the things that now haunt you
The years start to gather your dreams start to tatter
Your tears busy fuelling this song I'm singing tonight
Through those hopeless nights I wander alone
Through those hopeless nights you hold my hand
Happiness a distance we'll never see
This cool fall night hanging over me
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It's a funny start
But I have no home
I have no name
I have no one
Except this little dark heart
Fate playing her part
I have no one
And I'm not one to say
But she has a way
Of winding that thread
She has a way
Now there's this little dark heart
Fate playing her part she has her ways
One is left in a ditch by the highway
The other РЎneath the Tax Bureau Gate
Wherever you come from that's where you go
They lie gazing at the stars and they wait
They lie gazing at the stars and they wait
I've read all the books and they go away
They turn their backs
They go away
The long journey start
For that little dark heart
She has no one
I make a fresh start you fall apart
And they go away
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A walk in the park, there will be no bother
Since we are not decision-maker
Government is the chief dealer
Oh, if they don't exist
How can I burst into laughter
A walk in the park, go look around from west to east
It is so tough being a giraffe
Can I get along well with him
He recognizes me since I were a toddler
A walk in the park, there will be no bother
Since we are not decision-maker
Government is the chief dealer
Oh, if they don't exist
How can I burst into laughter
A walk in the park, go look around from west to east
It is so tough being a giraffe
Can I get along well with him
He recognizes me since I were a toddler
A walk in the park, go look around from west to east
A walk in the park, go look around from west to east
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Meet me on the banks of the Yangtze, Suzie
Beneath the glare of the New-West Yard
We'll watch the barges cart away
The waste of another day
We'll watch the barges cart away
The waste of another day
Meet me in the middle of Renmin Park
Where the stone bridge meets the pond
We'll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
We'll watch the ducklings gobbling bread
And the stealth of the approaching swan
Listen for the song of the propane seller bouncing off the walls
A kiss before the morning knows I'm gone
A kiss before the new day finds me gone
Listen for the song of the propane seller drifting through our dreams
You at the end of your sky and me in the corner of my sea
His morning cry a promise to you from me
His morning song a blessing on you and me
Meet me on the steps of Gu Xian Temple
Where the old ways greet the dawn
We'll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
We'll watch the darkness leach away into the haze of another day
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