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THE
PARIS MATCH
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Empty hours spent combing the
street
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In daytime showers they’ve
become my beat;
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As I walk from café to bar
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I wish I knew where you are;
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Because you’ve clouded my
mind
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And now I’m all out of
time.
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Empty skies say try to forget
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Better advice is to have no
regret;
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As I tread the boulevard
floor
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Will I see you once more;
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Because you’ve clouded my
mind
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‘Till then I’m biding my
time.
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I’m only sad in a natural
way
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And I enjoy sometimes feeling
this way;
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The gift you gave is desire
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The match that started my
fire.
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Empty night with nothing to
do
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I sit and think every thought
is for you;
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I get so restless and bored
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So I go out once more;
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I hate to feel so confined
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I feel like I’m wasting my
time.
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MY
EVER CHANGING MOODS
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Daylight turns to moonlight
— and I’m at my best
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Praising the way it all works
— gazing upon the rest;
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The cool before the warm
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The calm after the storm;
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I wish to stay forever —
letting this be my food
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But I’m caught up in a
whirlwind and my ever changing moods.
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Bitter turns to sugar —
some call a passive tune
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But the day things turn sweet
— for me won’t be too soon;
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The hush before the silence
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The winds after the blast;
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I wish we’d move together
— this time the bosses sued
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But we’re caught up in the
wilderness and an ever changing mood.
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Teardrops turn to children
— who’ve never had the time
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To commit the sins they pay
for through — another’s evil mind;
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The love after the hate
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The love we leave too late;
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I wish we’d wake up one day
— an’ everyone feel moved
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But we’re caught up in the
dailies and an ever changing mood.
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Evil turns to statues — and
masses form a line
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But I know which way I’d
run to if the choice was mine;
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The past is knowledge — the
present our mistake
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And the future we always
leave too late;
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I wish we’d come to our
senses and see there is no truth
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In those who promote the
confusion for this ever changing mood.
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A
GOSPEL
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Handed down from fathers to
Sons
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Was the hatred of weakness
and the love of guns;
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A talk of peace but not in
our time
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To save our souls and stop
the crime;
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Onwards and upwards but going
nowhere
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So how many now truthfully
swear
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That they do no evil — see
no wrong;
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The ad-mass agents, the
writers of song
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The bankers, the poets, the
modern day seers
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Clouding an issue that was
never quite clear.
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Sent through the ages of boy
to man
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The living testament of
making a stand;
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Killing the wicked then
raising the dead
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Eating propaganda and shit
spoon fed;
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Grasping for wisdom, but
thick all the same
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So how many innocent now can
claim
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That they play with fire —
and get burnt
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And through the same mistakes
never get learnt;
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Hoping for a time it will
fall to place
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Faith shall show as our
saving grace.
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Handed down from god with
love
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Was the whole wide world and
some above;
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But not content to share the
land
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Handed down from fathers to
sons
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Was the hatred of weakness
and the love of guns;
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A talk of peace but not in
our time
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To save our souls and stop
the crime;
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Onwards and upwards but going
nowhere
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So how many now truthfully
swear
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That they do no evil — see
no wrong;
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The ad-mass agent, the
writers of song
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The bankers, the poet, the
modern day seers
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Clouding an issue that was
never quite clear.
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Passed on over to the chosen
few
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Was the promise of freedom
with a breadline queue;
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Ghetto’s, gateaux and
eating it too
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Forcing it all down with a
cola brew;
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The first amendment and the
hunt for reds
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4 conscious contradiction
with something said
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That they see no evil —
with eyes shut tight;
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A cocaine culture that offers
no fight
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Dragged from birth —
drugged to death
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The common excuse is ‘just
being yourself’
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Hand us down before it’s
too late
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The strength and wisdom to
change our state;
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Governed by evil and all it
will bring
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I can’t wait for the day
they do the lamppost swing;
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And no mercy should they be
shown
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For you cannot reason with
the devil’s own;
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They say, they hear no evil
— hands clasped tight
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To shut out the victims’
screams of ol’ Uncle Sam fight
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He sweat and he strains as
his boney frame comes —
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into the womb of an innocent
one.
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STRENGTH
OF YOUR NATURE
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Root. When you gonna find the
strength of your nature
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When you gonna let yourself take control.
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Then Make your own up!
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YOU'RE
THE BEST THING
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I could be discontent and
chase the rainbows end
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I might win much more but
lose all that is mine;
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I could be a lot but I know I’m
not
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I’m content just with the
riches that you bring.
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I might shoot to win and
commit the sin
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Of wanting more than I’ve
already got;
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I could runaway but I’d
rather stay
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In the warmth of your smile
lighting up my day (the one that makes me say heh).
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Cause your the best thing to
ever happen to me or my world
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Your the best thing that ever
happened — so don’t go away.
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I might be a king and steal
my peoples things
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But I don’t go for that
power crazy way;
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All that I could rule but I
don’t check for fools
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All that I need is to be left
to live my way (say listen what I say).
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I could chase around for
nothing to be found
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But why look for something
that is never there;
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I may get it wrong sometimes
but I’ll come back in style
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For I realise your love means
more than anything (the song you make me sing-yeah).
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HERE’S
ONE THAT GOT AWAY
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The pub talk, the scandals,
like vandals they try to tear you down.
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The whispers, turn rumours,
there’s no truth but that don’t stop those cats
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They need the little bit
extra, they don’t mind if it’s only conjecture.
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They tried to tell me I wasn’t
full time, I tried to think of an alibi.
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I felt so awful I spat in
their faces and ran for my life.
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They need that little bit
extra, they don’t mind if it’s only conjecture.
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They tried to tell me their’s
was the right way.I tried to shout that
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was a lie, I felt so sick I
spat on their lifestyles with a runaway pride!
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Untouched by unhuman hands,
‘cause only god knows I don’t call that a man.
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Who spends his waking days,
telling others what to think and what to say.
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They tried to tell me I
wasn’t normal, I tried to shout there’s no such thing!
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I felt so sick I spat on
their lifestyles with a runaway pride!
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So catch me if you can, ‘cause
I would rather be dead than live like that -
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hey, hey, hey!
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HEADSTART
FOR HAPPINESS.
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When I find you waiting hours
oh,
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You’re there to save my
life for our obvious goal;
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We’ve got a headstart for
happiness
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For our part, guess we must
be blessed, for this feeling to be so strong
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Tell me is that so wrong?
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The space between us for days
has been so far;
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I’ve spent a lonely week
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Now I wanna be where you are
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We’ve got a headstart for
happiness, for our part.
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Guess we must be kissed by
this force 1 feel inside
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Now I’m not gonna hide.
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All the roads that lead to
struggles bring you back to where you need
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Some reassurance in your own
depth, only you can see, but let others feel
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Peace in my mind
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I’m so happy to find
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As I get on my trek with a
headstart back to you.
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You’ll find it can happen
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You’ll find you’ve got
the strength
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You can move a mountain
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You just need the confidence
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In yourself and all you’ve
got to take this world and shake it up
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Let no one say they’re
better than you
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You must believe you’ve got
the power.
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When I find you waiting hours
oh,
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It’s my heart, not my head
that takes control.
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And you’ve got to lead
where your heart says go
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And hope that it turns out
so.
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And that’s all you can hope
for
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Can you expect much more?
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Naive and wise with no sense
of time
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As I set my clock with a
heart beat, tick, tock
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Violent and mild common sense
says
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I’m wild with this mixed up
fury, crazy beauty
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It’s to find all these
feeling inside
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As I get on my trek with a
headstart back to truth
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