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When in Rome
02:43
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What you running from? A thing called fate?
A sudden dream is born, but you don't want to wait.
It's only seasons that come and go as you roam on,
And when in, roam; when in, roam.
They'll give you everything, except what you want,
But what they've got'll do, at least until you're drunk.
It's only friends that come and go as you roam on,
And when in, roam; when in, roam.
It's only feelings that come and go as you roam on,
And when in, roam; when in, roam.
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Just a little bit
03:58
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Take a little more time to be yourself.
And drink a little more wine to free yourself.
There's always the landing, or by the bathroom tiles;
If you find you're outstanding, hold just a little bit, take just a little more time.
It takes a little more bite than you would care to grip.
It takes a little more fight than you can give.
There's always a lady, or a notion to hold;
If you find you're restraining, hold just a little bit, stray just a little more wild.
Take a little more time to smell the roses.
And take a little more pride in yourself.
There's always the party in your head and your chair,
If something's worth starting, hold just a little bit, go just a little more wild.
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Seeing green
03:39
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I set myself up for a slaying, preying you might wear the strap.
I wrote my stories with a crayon and you just sent them back,
'Cos it was green. It all turned green.
I took you to a seat in my mind, overlooking all I'd done.
I've won and lost myself a few fights, but I've lost nothing since you've come.
And now it's green, it all turned green.
Solemn needs won't be protected, it's just expected for you to lean.
We don't mean anything, it just seems we're seeing green.
I took you to this fabled party and now you've started to believe,
And so you took up with karate, trying to satisfy your knees,
'Cos it was green. It all went green.
Sacred bonds have ties to bondage through which we'll forage for the key.
It don't mean anything when it seems we're seeing green.
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Evil People
03:06
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The day's gone tumbling by and I don't need no gloves to fight.
He sees everything as nothing but to let him in on the rouse we plot to ply.
Evil people seem to want get where their stone will lie.
The bars stand tall and straight, stating a remedy for hate.
He means everything except for words his heart will spin in the final offering.
Evil people seem to want to get to where their stone will lie.
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Read all about it
02:57
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It's best to get a grip before you start to fall,
Holding on to anything and everything they sold.
It gives you what you need, if what you need is peace,
Peace from all the trafficking of distant foreign deeds.
They read all about it.
It's best to not let slip; the portrait's in the hall;
Beating down those corridors and reading from the walls.
It tells you what you want; what you want to hear;
Fearing for that remedy that caught the artist's ear.
They read all about it.
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Slaving away
03:02
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Leaves don't just fall to stay there, they're just a passing thought.
Thieves don't put pen to paper, they're just having you on, having you on for songs.
It seems so phony, we don't only have to beg for part of it,
It started with a song and now it's long gone on.
It seems so stupid, we didn't use it back before we had it made.
Slaves don't need no reason to delay.
Keys don't just lead to nowhere. Behind the battered door,
Thieves don't put pen to paper they're just having you on for songs.
It's such a pity, though you're with me we could not remember how,
Now is not the time for pulling out.
It's even worse than every person fate would like to separate.
Slaves don't need no reason to delay.
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Lemonade
03:20
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All visions fade, just like lemonade,
The bubbles raise then they evaporate.
Don't tell me how, at least don't tell me now
That you've come to take me back down to town.
Street lights have a way of saving you from darkness,
And the people have a way of taking you back on.
They said those streets were paved with gold.
All memories cease, just like the battered beast;
He sinks his teeth into what he eats.
Don't tell me how, at least don't tell me now
That you've come to take me back down to town.
Street lights have a way of saving you from darkness,
And the people have a way of taking you back on.
They said those streets were paved with gold.
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Postcards
04:20
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Leaving sorry that you ever came,
The feeling's only coming back to remain by your side.
If we don't proceed to better lands,
We won't find pitchers in the sand.
How's about a hand to help you down?
Most unstamped postcards don't get round.
But those unstamped postcards will be found.
Take a journey to the edge of the sign,
Surely someone's going to step in the line of your sight?
If we don't take heed of lesser words,
We might end up back in the dirt.
How's about a word on what you've heard?
Most unstamped postcards don't get round.
But those unstamped postcards will be found.
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Thompson Crowley Adelaide, Australia
After many years wandering around Britain in campervans, tents; on bikes; with prams, bags, buggies, I now find myself in Spain, preparing to flee to Australia. I'll be leaving behind the bands I created in London and Edinburgh, such as: The Rum Deals, The Patches & The Fed Peasants. Read about my adventures here: www.facebook.com/athomeinthebushes And for me, well, something new is coming... ... more
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