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By Hugh Cornwell, I'd like to meet the wandering jew who keeps his
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By Hugh Cornwell, Aint it strange how the moon only comes up once
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By Hugh Cornwell, Blue is the colour soon arriving
When all the darkness of
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By Hugh Cornwell, (Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Baby, baby welcome to my world
It ain't, baby like no
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By Hugh Cornwell, She emerges like Ursula from Dr. No
Me I'm her James
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By Hugh Cornwell, Black...Black track...Black track steel grey train
Along the big vein across
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By Hugh Cornwell, Another missing person another mystery
Another marriage on the rocks that's
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By Hugh Cornwell, She was a woman with a magnetic smile pointed at
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By Hugh Cornwell, It's not a comfort zone
I feel so far from home
My
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By Hugh Cornwell, When the man in the hobnail boots asked me what
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By Hugh Cornwell, Tie you up in a kind of logic
Don't think you
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By Hugh Cornwell, If all the food
The warsmen ate was sent around the
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By Hugh Cornwell, God it takes so long
You have to be so strong
When
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By Hugh Cornwell, There's a man holding onto a baby and it's screaming
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By Hugh Cornwell, I know a gingerbread girl with diamonds for eyes and
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By Hugh Cornwell, Golden brown texture like sun
Lays me down with my mind
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By Hugh Cornwell, Funny how time can take you by surprise
It creeps up
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By Hugh Cornwell, Ooh, the feelin' of a joyride comin' on
I know how
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By Hugh Cornwell, When we met I thought that you'd take off and
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By Hugh Cornwell, A dirty broom an empty room you'll never find a
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By Hugh Cornwell, That's me in that car on that road in that
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By Hugh Cornwell, The other night I chanced upon an irate caterpillar
He was
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By Hugh Cornwell, When I'm asked how the world is treating me
I say
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By Hugh Cornwell, I met a man without a face
With knowledge of the
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By Hugh Cornwell, Leave me alone
Gimme some space
Give it the zero
Got out of
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By Hugh Cornwell, Keeping out of trouble, moving on the double
Got a feeling
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By Hugh Cornwell, See the actors leaving Stratford
Shakespeare holds no secret still
Watch the
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By Hugh Cornwell, My vision's getting better now
A perspective at last
There's dawn upon
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By Hugh Cornwell, It's like a rushing fire
I feel my skin perspire
There's only
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By Hugh Cornwell, Her hair it always looks a mess
She could be under