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For every lovers kiss
For every child that laughs
And every moment missed
For every dream i've cast
And every flower that blooms
It keeps reminding me
That your heart is just a beatbox
For the song of your life

His love was like gold dust
His desire took my lust
He sent shivers down my spine
His ghost echoes in my mind
The one heart I thought I could trust
His love was like Gold Dust

His love was my oxygen

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king

Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In 77 and 69 revolution was in the air
I was born too late to a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

When the head of state didn't play guitar,
Not everybody drove a car,

Sometimes I see her down by the river
The water dances on her skin
She can captivate to hit the ice
But she never lets you in
In the dark she lingers
Like a tear without a soul

And I what a lonely girl

I knew a girl named Maggie McCall
All her life she was ready to fall
She was a hard lost shadow on the wall
She said she had an ice cold heart
But when it was young it was torn apart
By a mean old son of a bitch

Oh and how it changed her

Tell me, what do you see
When you let your mind go free
Cast all your fears aside
Just for a little while
Come and dance with me

Oh I see sparks
I feel the blood rush to your heart

I wake up to the dawn I'm a stranger in my bed
With one eye on the circle sun I raise my weary head
I pick up my bags and bones and take one square step to the door
And with another twist of fate I'm heading of to foreign shores

And the daylight turns to dark but I still got colour in my cheeks
Got a pocket full of remedies and a world beneath my feet
I don't need a ring of gold or silver buckles on my shoes

There's an empty seat on the train today that makes its way up to the town
There a letter found on an office desk that's finally handed round
It says Julian Sidebottom William Smyth has finally come to his senses
He's tired of commuting tired of computing tired of sitting on fences.

He really needs some help he wants to find himself
And he says that money don't matter
And there's more to life than doing what's right

Some of us are reaching for stardust
Some of us are digging for gold
But it won't mean a lot on a mountaintop
When the wind reaches out for your soul

Some of us stand in the spotlight
Waiting for a round of applause
When the people go home you're left all alone

Help me get my feet back to solid ground
‘Cause were walking to the devil’s beat
And it’s trying to bring us down

Well the devil’s get us rolling a 6-sided dice
And it’s burning up the oils and melting down the ice
And the bank tills are ringing to the tune of war
Do you ever wonder what it is were fighting for

Born to entertain us back in 1925
So beautiful and strong enough to bring their dreams alive
Always thought it would last forever
And be the greatest thing they'd ever seen
With a heart like Judy Garland
And a the soul of Jimmy Dean

And while the world was growing

Roller skates and bumblebees
Holding hands and grazing knees
Dressing up and falling down
Paul and mike are coming round

Being good to stay up late
Forget to shut the garden gate
Built a house up in a tree

You'll take me on a journey
And be there till the end
It won't be an uphill struggle
On you I can depend

You promised me a dream home
With roses round the door
You'll cover me in diamonds