: Patrick Watson: My darling, darling girl Won't you shout it to the world My darling, darling, darling girl Shout it out, my golden girl Wrap yourself
Patrick Watson: My darling, darling girl Won't you shout it to the world My darling, darling, darling girl Shout it out, my golden girl Wrap yourself
The world outside don't like us much, 'Cos they ain't got our classy touch, But they ain't good enough to breathe, This towns good air we make 'em leave
You made a fool of me, but them broken dreams have got to end. Hey woman, you got the blues, cos' you ain't got no one else to use. There's an open
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I remember somewhere in the rain, The faces of the passers-by, Staring faces broken blinds, I recall the situation clearly standing in a crowded car,
Deep waters flow, out to the sea, They never needed you or me. One Summer Dream, One Summer dream. Blue Mountains high and valley low, I don't know
Away, the jokers's closing in, Reform and they will win, The light is fading fast. I know, you know, they know, we all know, Everybody's gonna burn down
You're sailing softly through the sun in a broken stone age dawn. You fly so high. I get a strange magic, oh, what a strange magic, oh, it's a strange
So now it's getting late, for thse who hesitate, got no one, But they don't understand and no one hears the sound, It's like a waterfall, it's an illusion
Howard: Ready, Madge? FZ: You have to feel like . . . Art Laboe Howard: Grow, little trees! FZ: It's spring, the time of the year when all things grow
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[Music & Lyrics: Paul O'Neill] Remember last Christmas Eve When we sat next to our first tree Ornaments reflected light Of a candle in the night And