| First Line | Song |
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| Now for the first time we're out on our own | |
| Long ago when I was five I snuck in the kitchen late at night | |
| I have sailed the world and seen its wonders | |
| It seems crazy but you must believe there's nothing calculated | |
| You see that bull just standing there, he'sas bull as a bull can be | |
| Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation | |
| What gives a girl power and punch? Is it charm, is it poise? | |
| I once knew all the answers, i stood on certain ground | |
| Alarm goes off at seven and you start uptown | |
| When you walk through a storm keep your chin up high | |
| New York City, centre of the universe | |
| Bring out the old, bring in the new, a midnight wish to share with you | |
| Isn't it rich, are we a pair | |
| They were assembling a brand new band, the Andrew Sisters meets Motorhead | |
| Who knew it, boy wonder, who knew you could get it so wrong | |
| I don't know why I'm frightened, I know my way around here | |
| I had a house while you were gone, the week after you left me I found a couple of acres | |
| | First Line | Song |
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| Don't you fret Monsieur Marius, I don't feel any pain | |
| In a place that won't let us feel, in a life where nothing seems real | |
| I guess I'm not too good at keeping love alive for long | |
| Midnight, not a sound from the pavement | |
| There's a part I can't tell about the dark I know well | |
| It's the last day of the season and there ain't a single cloud | |
| Sure, I came out here to make my name, I wanted my pool | |
| The samples won't delay but the cables... | |
| The times has come to become a lover from the Argentine | |
| I'm watching sis go pitter pat, said I can do that | |
| Line up (line up), single file (single file), present arms left | |
| I am a sentimental man who always longed to be a farther | |
| Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens | |
| I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain | |
| Yesterday this woman met this man in Madison Park | |
| Look at me, I'm where I started | |
| I pretend I'm at home getting dressed for a date, I take a comb | |
| | First Line | Song |
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| There are moments in a lifetime, very sudden, very few | |
| I've paid my dues, time after time | |
| Who needs a dream, who needs ambition? | |
| Perhaps I had a wicked childhood, perhaps I had a miserable youth | |
| Last night I watched him sleeping, my body pressed to him | |
| Jesus I am overjoyed to meet you face to face | |
| Sometimes in your life you gotta stand up for what you know is right | |
| There's a face that we wear in the cold light of day | |
| Every story, tale or memoir, every saga or romance | |
| My story is much too sad to be told | |
| There's a town that I call home where all the streets re paved with soul | |
| I left my home at fifteen, I wore this very same coat | |
| You learn to take your coffee black, you learn to drink your whiskey neat | |
| Hey there, good morning, you look like an angle | |
| First a deep breath, take it all in, feel all those halogens warming your skin | |
| Go out and tell your story, let it echo far and wide | |
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