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Doc Watson Dream
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Doc Watson Dream
I met Doc Watson In a Dream, We were sitting by a record machine, he sang fafafafafa-three, I still dont know what it means. I met The Ramones at the train station, they were checking out their next connection, Joey said something like „Hey man, next time we take the plane!“ Oh my my, hey my my, if we all move in circles then i’ll be waiting here, cause everything that we lost in the end will come back here. If we all move in circles in the end it will come back again, again and again. Oh, I met Ice-T at JFK, and I thought it would be Ice-Cube anyway. A police officer asked for his name and he signed on a napkin. And you met Dave Mustaine at the bathroom, you could tell because he was wearing fur boots. And you looked under the door and said „Hey Dave, are you gonna dump a mega load?“ Oh my my, hey my my, if we all move in circles then I’ll be waiting here, cause everything that we lost in the end will come back here. If we all move in circles then I’ll be waiting here, cause everyone that I lost in the end will come back here, cause everything that we lost in the end will come back here again, again and again.
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Change of the weather
On and on our routine rolls like the seasons, like the tide. Our time here together is like the change of the weather, you never know what to wear. I want you to know, I can’t be without you, please don’t you walk away from me. On and on our routine rolls, we’re just sliding through the dawn. We’re cleaning the dusty panes, making up funny things to remind us that we’re in love. I want you to know, when I was without you, not much made sense and too much was painful. And I’m scared I could fail, I hope that I’m strong enough. Please don’t you walk away from me.
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We don’t want to hang out with you
He’s a dancer like his mother, he’s a loner but he’s your best friend. He’s a singer just like his father. He’s a dreamer a think too much man. She likes horses like her mother, when she smiles her smile’s like a crown. She likes stories like her father, when she’s gone she’s never coming home. And all we want is to be something and mean anything to someone at all. But the phone never rings and we’re tired of talking, we don’t want to hang out with you. All we want is to feel something, like that something between you and me. But the phone never rings and we’re tired of talking, we don’t want to hang out with you. He’s a dropout, he’s a no-count, he’s a sinner and he is a thief, He’s a singer just like his father. He’s a poet and a thinker of things. He’s a dancer like his mother, he’s a loner but he’s your best friend. She likes stories like her father, when she’s gone she’s never coming home. And all we want is to be something and mean anything to someone at all. But the phone never rings and we’re tired of talking, we don’t want to hang out with you. All we want is to feel something, like that something between you and me. But the phone never rings and we’re tired of talking, we don’t want to hang out with you.
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Something On Your Mind
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Rio Grande
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The Green Apple Sea Germany
We're just five kids in the sand, talking and waving our hands,. dreaming and thinking,. oh wouldn't it be grand,. if we were a rock'n'roll band.
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