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(2003) |
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| Wildest Dreams | ||
| Pass The Jam | ||
| Blood Brothers (orchestral mix) |
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(Smith/Harris) |
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I'm gonna organise some changes in my life |
| I'm gonna exorcise the demons of my past |
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I'm gonna take the car and hit the open road |
| I'm feeling ready to just open up and go |
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And I just feel I can be anything |
| That I might ever wish to be |
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And fantasize just what I want to be |
| Make my wildest dreams come true |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, out on the road again |
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When I remember back to how that things just used to be |
| And I was stick inside a shroud of misery |
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I felt I disappeared so deep inside myself |
| I couldn't find a way to break away the hell |
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When I'm feeling down and low |
| I vow I'll never be the same again |
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I just remember what I am |
| And visualize just what I'm gonna be |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, I'm gonna breakaway |
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I'm gonna breakaway, I'm out on my own |
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I'm out on my own, gonna breakaway |
| Breaking away |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, out on the road again |
| I'm on my way, out on my own again |
| I'm on my way, I'm gonna breakaway |
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IRON MAIDEN |
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I don't care |
| They're crazy |
| Said pass the jam, would you |
| Awfully kind of you |
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Now wouldn't it be a little bit nice to sing with this |
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Gazing at the open door |
| Just what lays behind |
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Thinking what I'm looking for |
| Say what's on my mind |
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Sinking ever deeper |
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In the words of guilt of shame |
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And now I can redeem myself |
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I just don't care |
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The words I'm singing they're just right |
| That's better for my brain |
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If I try to make much sense |
| You know I'll go insane |
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| I just don't care |
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I just don't care |
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Stay and have some jam with tea |
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But Brutus wasn't kind |
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Wasn't strawberries that were red |
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He wasn't cutting bread |
| You pass the jam |
| And so he slammed the tea |
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?????? here to me |
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Was in the conservatory |
| Yeah, alright |
| Yes, but still over there |
| Sinking ever deeper |
| In the words of guilt and shame |
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I can redeem myself |
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I just don't care |
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Staring at the silver spoon |
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Take it from your mouth |
| Take it from the chapter |
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Turn and face the south |
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| Now face the north |
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And the east |
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And the west |
| And the ?serpent song? |
| Still burning on in the night |
| Where's the sun at midnight |
| Say it's gone |
| Where's the moon at dawn |
| It carries on and on |
| It never ends |
| To the land of nevermore |
| Where time began |
| Where the man still stands |
| And the ??'x'?? at the end |
| Never know that I sang |
| You'll all know it's the right place |
| In time, well it is |
| The words I'm singing |
| That's just right |
| They're better for my brain |
| If I try to make much sense |
| You know I'll go insane |
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(Harris) |
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And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life |
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What do you think you'd expect you would see? |
| Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life |
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And in the river reflections of me |
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| Just for a second a glimpse of my father I see |
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And in a movement he beckons to me |
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And in a moment the memories are all that remain |
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And all the wounds are reopening again |
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| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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| And as you look all around at the world in dismay |
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What do you see, do you think we have learned |
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Not if you're taking a look at the war-torn affray |
| Out in the streets where the babies are burned |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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There are times when I feel I'm afraid for the world |
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There are times I'm ashamed of us all |
| When you're floating on all the emotion you feel |
| And reflecting the good and the bad |
| Will we ever know what the answer to life really is? |
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Can you really tell me what life is? |
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Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you |
| Could be swept away by fate's own hand |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| When you think that we've used all our chances |
| And the chance to make everything right |
| Keep on making the same old mistakes |
| Makes untipping the balance so easy |
| When we're living our lives on the edge |
| Say a prayer on the book of the dead |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life... |