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Monday morning feels so bad,

Ev'rybody seems to nag me

Coming Tuesday I feel better,

Even my old man looks good,

Wednesday just don't go,

Thursday goes too slow,

I've got Friday on my mind

 

Gonna have fun in the city,

Be with my girl she's so pretty,

She looks fine tonight,

She is out of sight to me,

Tonight....I spend my bread,

Tonight...I lose my head,

Tonight...I got to get tonight

Monday I have Friday on my mind.

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All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.

All your reindeer armies, are all going home.

The lover who just walked out your door

Has taken all his blankets from the floor.

The carpet, too, is moving under you

And it's all over now, baby blue.

 

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

The vagabond who's rapping at your door

Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

Strike another match, go start anew

And it's all over now, baby blue.

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Go on now, go! Walk out the door!

Just turn around now,

'Cause you're not welcome any more;

Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye?

Did you think I'd crumble?

Did you think I'd lay down and die?

Oh no, not I: I will survive,

Oh! as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive;

I've got all my life to live,

And I've got all my love to give,

And I'll survive,

I will survive!

Hey hey!

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Quand il me serre tout contre lui

Quand je sens que j'entre dans sa vie

Je prie pour que le destin m'en sorte

Je prie pour que le diable m'emporte

 

Et l'angoisse me montre son visage

Elle me force a parler son language

Mais quand je prends sa tete entre mes mains

Je vous jure que j'ai du chagrin

 

Et je me demande

Si cet amour aura un lendemain

Quand je suis loin de lui

Quand je suis loin de lui

Je n'ai plus vraiment toute ma tete

Je ne suis plus d'ici

Je ne suis plus d'ici

Je ressens la pluie d'une autre planete

D'une autre planete

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Us and Them

And after all we're only ordinary men

Me, and you

God only knows it's not what we would choose to do

Forward he cried from the rear

and the front rank died

And the General sat, as the lines on the map

moved from side to side

Black and Blue

And who knows which is which and who is who

Up and Down

And in the end it's only round and round and round

Haven't you heard it's a battle of words

the poster bearer cried

Listen son, said the man with the gun

There's room for you inside

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In the heat of a summer night,

In the land of the dollar bill,

When the town of Chicago died,

And they talk about it still.

 

When a man named Al Capone

Tried to make that town his own,

And he called his gang to war

With the forces of the law.

 

I heard my mama cry,

I heard her pray,

The night Chicago died;

Brother what a night it really was,

Brother what a fight it really was,

Glory be.

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Been a whole lot easier since the bitch left town

Been a whole lot happier without her face around

Nobody upstairs gonna stomp and shout,

Nobody at the back door gonna throw my laundry out

She hold the shotgun while you do-si-do

She want one man made of Hercules and Cyrano

Been a whole lot easier since the bitch is gone

Little miss, little miss can't be wrong

 

Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong

Ain't nobody gonna bow no more when you sound your gong.

Little miss, little miss, little miss can't be wrong

Whatcha gonna do to get into another one of these rock n roll songs?

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There has to be a reason

Why everyone speaks bad of my baby

I think I know that reason

And it is oh so sad

They say she walks the streets

But that's not strictly true

She's got a lot to eat

And she's not as rich as you

She's just a little miss understood

That's all

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She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans

She's innocent and young from a family of means

I have stood many times outside her window at night

To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light

How could I be this way when I pray to God above

I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love?

Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet

While theres a moon over Bourbon Street

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Put your hand in a party wave, [:confused:]

Pass around;

Make a shroud pulling combs through a backwash frame, [:confused:]

Find the copies in a carbon mount, [:confused:]

Pass around;

Stroke a pocket with a print of a laughing sound. [:confused:]

 

Get around town,

Get around town,

Where the people look good,

Where the music is loud;

Get around town,

No need to stand proud,

Add your voice to the sound of the crowd.

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I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip

I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip

My buddies and me are getting real well known

Yeah, the bad guys know us and they leave us alone

 

I get around

Get around round round I get around

From town to town

Get around round round I get around

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Big ole Ruby Red Dress wanders round the town,

Talkin' to herself now, sometimes sittin' down;

Don't you get too close now, Ruby runs away;

Poor ole Ruby Red Dress, born on a sorry day;

I can hear her say:

 

Leave me alone, won't you leave me alone,

Please leave me alone now, leave me alone,

Leave me alone, please leave me alone, yes leave me...

 

And on and on and on...

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L.A.'s fine, the sun shines most the time

And the feeling is 'lay back'

Palm trees grow, and rents are low

But you know I keep thinkin' about

Making my way back

Well I'm New York City born and raised

But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores

L.A.'s fine, but it ain't home

New York's home, but it ain't mine no more

 

(I warned you!)

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No romance without finance, no romance without finance...

 

Boy, nothin' in life is free,

That's why I'm asking you: what can you do for me?

I've got responsibilities

So I'm lookin' for a man who's got some money in his hand.

 

'Cause nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'...

You got to have somethin', if you want to be with me,

Oh-oh, life is just serious, love's too mysterious,

A fly girl like me needs security;

'Cause ain't nothin' goin' on but the rent

You got to have a J.O.B. if you want to be with me

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Bonedigger, Bonedigger,

Dogs in the moonlight,

Far away my well-lit door;

Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly,

Get these mutts away from me;

You know I don't find this stuff amusing any more.

 

If you'll be my bodyguard,

I can be your long-lost pal,

I can call you Betty,

And Betty, when you call me,

You can call me Al.

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I'm sorry if I upset ya

To get the better of me I wouldn't let ya

Any time of the day i'm gonna get ya

you come running to me yes I bet ya

Ain't going out like a sucker

No need to huff and puffa

Cause Baby I am tougher

Than you think, so you just gotta suffer

 

Betty Boo

Betty Boo just doin the do

and you are oh

and there's nothing you can do

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It really doesn't matter to me

I guess your leaving was meant to be

It's down to you now

You want to be free

Well, I hope you know which way to go

You're on your own again

Don't come running to me when you're the lonely one

Remember what you've done

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Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane

Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again

Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt

Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it

-whistling tunes we hid in the dunes by the seaside

-whistling tunes we're kissing baboons in the jungle

Its a knockout

If looks could kill, they probably will

In games without frontiers-war without tears

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