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| A |  | All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw... |  | | |
| | An extremely quiet child they called you in your school reports... | | | |
| | And now I know... | | | |
| | And now that it's all over... | | | |
| | And when we start we say forever... | | | |
| | Are you still in control of the boat that you row... | | | |
| | As I awoke this evening... | | | |
| | As I lay dreaming in my bed across the great divide... | | | |
| B | | Baby your missing something in the air... | | | |
| | Being wiry and thinking loudly... | | | |
| | Blue eyes... | | | |
| | Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band... | | | |
| | Boston at last and the plane's touching down... | | | |
| | Breaking down never seems to be that hard... | | | |
| C | | Can you hear it in the distance... | | | |
| | Can you tell me how old Dan might have done it... | | | |
| | Captain Fantastic, raised and regimented, hardly a hero... | | | |
| | Cast a pebble on the water... | | | |
| | Church bells ring out morning glory when summer bends to the winter's rage... | | | |
| | Cool grass, blowing' up the pass... | | | |
| | Crime in the streets... | | | |
| D | | Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane... | | | |
| | Dear Billy... | | | |
| | Dear God, are you there... | | | |
| | Deny the passenger, who want to get on... | | | |
| | Did you see the first man on the moon... | | | |
| | Do you pray to someone new... | | | |
| | Don't close the shades... | | | |
| | Don't go breaking my heart... | | | |
| | Don't shy away from coming in... | | | |
| | Don't wish it away... | | | |
| | Dust settles on a thin cloud... | | | |
| E | | Every breath is a prayer of some kind... | | | |
| F | | Fat boys cry when ugly girls sing... | | | |
| | Figuring out where I went wrong... | | | |
| | For our world, the circle turns again... | | | |
| | Forgotten scars remind us of... | | | |
| | Freedom for the scapegoat leaving Reading Gaol... | | | |
| | From the day we arrive on the planet... | | | |
| | From this day on I own my father's gun... | | | |
| G | | Go jack-rabbit running through the woods... | | | |
| | Good taste at times I've sometimes lacked... | | | |
| | Goodbye Norma Jean... | | | |
| | Got a penny in my pocket... | | | |
| | Guess there are times when we all need to share a little pain... | | | |
| | Gulliver's gone to the final command of his master... | | | |
| H | | Hand it over reach across the line... | | | |
| | Has anybody here seen Razor Face... | | | |
| | Have you ever lived in a cage... | | | |
| | Have you heard the dogs at night... | | | |
| | Have you seen the North? That cold grey place... | | | |
| | Haven't you heard what's new... | | | |
| | He is The man That never dies oh... | | | |
| | He died when the house was empty... | | | |
| | He said I want to grow up... | | | |
| | He wasn't famous but I sure did love him... | | | |
| | Hello, baby hello. Haven't seen your face for a while... | | | |
| | Help me information... | | | |
| | Here am I, standing by... | | | |
| | Hey how about this... | | | |
| | Hey kids, shake it loose together... | | | |
| | Hey Nikita is it cold... | | | |
| | Hey there Georgie, got a couple of things to say... | | | |
| | Hey there, look in the mirror... | | | |
| | Holy Moses I have been removed... | | | |
| | How come you're so understanding... | | | |
| I | | I am the elder Utah Smith... | | | |
| | I believe in love, it's all we got... | | | |
| | I blew the dust out of the corners... | | | |
| | I built a wall in China. I sank an ocean liner... | | | |
| | I came down here just to waste some time... | | | |
| | I can hound you, if I need too... | | | |
| | I can see - very well... | | | |
| | I can see by your eyes you must be lying... | | | |
| | I can't control this flesh and blood... | | | |
| | I can't keep this from you. I've held it in so long... | | | |
| | I can't light no more of your darkness... | | | |
| | I can't really explain it, I haven't got the words... | | | |
| | I carried you in my arms... | | | |
| | I could really get off being in your shoes... | | | |
| | I don't know what to say... | | | |
| | I don't know why... | | | |
| | I don't want to wake you... | | | |
| | I found a black beret on the street today... | | | |
| | I got a ball and chain... | | | |
| | I got feet sticking out of my shoes... | | | |
| | I got frostbitten in the winter... | | | |
| | I got home today... | | | |
| | I gotta quit this habbit... | | | |
| | I guess you're okay... | | | |
| | I have to say my friends... | | | |
| | I heard from a friend you'd been messing around... | | | |
| | I hope the day will be a lighter highway... | | | |
| | I hung out with the old folks, in the hope that I'd get wise... | | | |
| | I know that your powers of retention... | | | |
| | I lived in a tenement six floors above... | | | |
| | I looked up from my glass - into the sky... | | | |
| | I never dreamed I could cry so hard... | | | |
| | I pulled out my Stage Coach Times and I read the latest news... | | | |
| | I put my life on hold and took you home... | | | |
| | I read about how you're slow with the truth like any old... | | | |
| | I recall how it used to be... | | | |
| | I remember it like it was yesterday... | | | |
| | I remember when rock was young, me and Susie had so much fun... | | | |
| | I said from the start that you'd be mine... | | | |
| | I saw you dancing out the ocean... | | | |
| | I see you tempt the night, I see you take a bite... | | | |
| | I see your teeth flash, Jamaican honey so sweet... | | | |
| | I spy headlines. Newsprint tells lies. Tell me what the papers say... | | | |
| | I took myself a blue canoe... | | | |
| | I used to be a rolling stone, you know... | | | |
| | I used to know this old scarecrow... | | | |
| | I used to think that New York City... | | | |
| | I viewed in my presence... | | | |
| | I wake up and I look at the clock... | | | |
| | I want love but it's impossible... | | | |
| | I was a boy I had a lot of fun... | | | |
| | I was justified when I was five... | | | |
| | I was made in England out of Cadillac muscle... | | | |
| | I was one as you were one... | | | |
| | I was sitting in the classroom... | | | |
| | I won't see you 'till Christmas... | | | |
| | I wonder who's sleeping in your sheets tonight... | | | |
| | I work for the foundry for a penny and a half a day... | | | |
| | I'll catch the tramline in the morning... | | | |
| | I'll say it again this is not my city... | | | |
| | I'll take a rainy day to make a champagne shower... | | | |
| | I'm back on dry land once again... | | | |
| | I'm counting on a memory to get me out of here... | | | |
| | I'm getting board being part of mankind... | | | |
| | I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs... | | | |
| | I'm gonna be a mighty king... | | | |
| | I'm just sitting counting all the cobwebs... | | | |
| | I'm just sitting doing no-thing... | | | |
| | I'm looking, I'm looking back... | | | |
| | I'm moving out of Tombstone, yeah with the... | | | |
| | I'm no longer counting I'm not keeping score... | | | |
| | I'm not a rat to be spat on locked up in this room... | | | |
| | I'm not the same as I used to be... | | | |
| | I'm staring down a mile of disappearing track... | | | |
| | I'm still in love with you, oh, shooting star... | | | |
| | I'm stoned in the twilight... | | | |
| | I'm very low but not too dim... | | | |
| | I'm weary and I'm staying up late... | | | |
| | I've a constant ache in the morning light... | | | |
| | I've always said that one's enough to love... | | | |
| | I've been beaming aboard her for a light year... | | | |
| | I've been blown away like a printed page... | | | |
| | I've been out on this road some... | | | |
| | I've got a good by-line, they all know my name... | | | |
| | I've got a strong-willed someone to love me... | | | |
| | I've seen a lot of women who haven't had much luck... | | | |
| | I've seen the bridge and the bridge is long... | | | |
| | Ice cubes on the back of your neck... | | | |
| | If anyone should see me making it down the highway... | | | |
| | If it came to pass that they should ask... | | | |
| | If you feel that it's real I'm on trial... | | | |
| | If you want my loving - take me back... | | | |
| | If you want to ride me on your pony... | | | |
| | In Orient where wise I was to please the way I live... | | | |
| | In the quiet silent seconds I... | | | |
| | Is there anything left, Maybe steak and eggs... | | | |
| | It feels like I'm flying When I see your face... | | | |
| | It isn't going to be easy from now on... | | | |
| | It seems as though I've lived my life... | | | |
| | It used to be a sweet sensation... | | | |
| | It's a case I guess of paradise lost... | | | |
| | It's a hot summer night in the blackboard jungle... | | | |
| | It's a human sign... | | | |
| | It's a little bit funny, this feeling inside... | | | |
| | It's closing time the boys are all together at the bar... | | | |
| | It's getting dark in here... | | | |
| | It's getting late have you seen my mates... | | | |
| | It's hard to feel what's in your head... | | | |
| | It's paradise here where the sun meets the sea... | | | |
| | It's so hard to say goodbye... | | | |
| | It's written clear across the room... | | | |
| J | | Just like a broken marriage, when two people just don't care... | | | |
| L | | Lady love rides a big red Cadillac... | | | |
| | Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady... | | | |
| | Levon wears his war wound like a crown... | | | |
| | Life... | | | |
| | Like a corn in a field I cut you down... | | | |
| | Like a thief he's come, like a thief he's gone... | | | |
| | Lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junk... | | | |
| | Lipstick and lashes, the traces of stardom... | | | |
| | Look at me twice with wildcat eyes... | | | |
| | Look up in the sky... | | | |
| | Look up little brother - can you see the clover... | | | |
| M | | Me and you we're not that pretty... | | | |
| | Must have been the right month... | | | |
| | My bulldog is barking in the backyard... | | | |
| N | | Never meant to be so friendly... | | | |
| | No ceiling on hard living... | | | |
| | No man's a jester playing Shakespeare... | | | |
| | Nobody left in the airport lounge... | | | |
| | Nostradamus said I predict... | | | |
| | Now I saw you talking to a cute little slip of a sailor... | | | |
| | Now, it was just like Frankie and Johnny and it was just like Stagger Lee... | | | |
| O | | Oh ma cameo molesting... | | | |
| | Oh my love... | | | |
| | Oh no I don't want it... | | | |
| | Oh, he was a light star... | | | |
| | Oh, I'm a dark diamond... | | | |
| | Oh, it's carnival night... | | | |
| | Oh, Jessie I'd like to be... | | | |
| | Oh, little Jeannie, you got so much love... | | | |
| | Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. (x4) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... | | | |
| | On a bench, on the beach... | | | |
| | On and on - the story of our lives goes on and on... | | | |
| | Ooh I got a busted wing and a hornet sting... | | | |
| | Ooh she said the croud just loved you... | | | |
| | Outside I can hear the fireworks beyond the paper walls... | | | |
| P | | Part time love is bringing me down... | | | |
| | Peering out of tiny eyes... | | | |
| | Please don't talk about the flintstone boy, he's alright with me... | | | |
| | Pull my coat around me... | | | |
| R | | Raised to be a lady by the golden rule... | | | |
| | Remember Belgium and the Brussels Museum... | | | |
| | Rolling over trying to sleep - and understanding women... | | | |
| S | | Saw a Cadillac for the first time yesterday... | | | |
| | Say goodbye to loneliness, say goodbye to Marlon Brando... | | | |
| | Say what you will but I'm a stinker... | | | |
| | Say, that boy's a wonderment... | | | |
| | See my eyes and I see my arms... | | | |
| | See the changes here on every street... | | | |
| | Seen him playing in his backyard... | | | |
| | Shakey wake up thirsty from a night in the bar... | | | |
| | She chose the soft centre and took it to bed with her mother... | | | |
| | She grows, she's grown like pampas... | | | |
| | She looked so easy - 'cause she looked so young... | | | |
| | She may be lost... | | | |
| | She packed my bags last night - pre-flight... | | | |
| | She slid down to the city limits... | | | |
| | She threw back that shiny hair, like a mane on a delta queen... | | | |
| | She's a real ball-buster. Don't trust her. She's in a most peculiar phase... | | | |
| | Showboat coming up the river... | | | |
| | Six o'clock alarm... | | | |
| | Sling your hook in with him baby... | | | |
| | Snow. Cement and ivory young towers... | | | |
| | Sober in the morning light... | | | |
| | Some days I think it's all a dream... | | | |
| | Some punk with a shotgun killed - young Danny Bailey... | | | |
| | Sometimes I think I'm going crazy... | | | |
| | Sometimes you dream, sometimes it seems... | | | |
| | Soon the pines will be falling everywhere... | | | |
| | Staring all alone... | | | |
| | Steamboat waiting by the waterside... | | | |
| T | | Take a look at me now and take a taste of the money... | | | |
| | Take me for granted, I think that I could stand it... | | | |
| | Take the wheel I hear the timbers creaking... | | | |
| | The angel tree has grown so high... | | | |
| | The fuse is set and checked once more... | | | |
| | The last I heard of you... | | | |
| | The mother of invention... | | | |
| | The roses in the window box have tilted to one side... | | | |
| | The seadogs have all sailed their ships... | | | |
| | The sister of sunlight... | | | |
| | The sun is up and the shades are all pulled down... | | | |
| | The weather man he looks confused... | | | |
| | The words I have to say... | | | |
| | There are ladies, illegal X's... | | | |
| | There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on... | | | |
| | There was a time... | | | |
| | There's a breakdown on the run- way... | | | |
| | There's a calm surrender... | | | |
| | There's a dusty old gutter he's lying in now... | | | |
| | There's a fly in the window, a dog in the yard... | | | |
| | There's a hungry road I can only hope's... | | | |
| | There's a light on in your window, there's a shadow on the street... | | | |
| | There's a picture in the nursery of a well know soldier man... | | | |
| | There's a porch swing in Tupelo... | | | |
| | There's a river running sweat... | | | |
| | There's another one due in three month's time... | | | |
| | There's some things I don't have now... | | | |
| | They laid beneath the pine trees with their caps over their eyes... | | | |
| | They must have had the whole thing planned... | | | |
| | They used to say that boys are tough as nails... | | | |
| | This house that I live in has no reason... | | | |
| | This is my house... | | | |
| | This isn't no battle honey, this isn't no fight... | | | |
| | Through a mutual agreement, we got that aching feeling... | | | |
| | Tonight it's hot down here, I can almost smell the rain... | | | |
| | Tonight... | | | |
| | Took a high dive arcing out wide... | | | |
| | Torn from their families, mothers go hungry... | | | |
| | Tread on my face if you like little lady... | | | |
| | Tune in, wouldn't it be something? Rumours spreading into pa-nic... | | | |
| | Tune me in to the wild side of life... | | | |
| | Turn me loose from your hands... | | | |
| | Turn to me, turn to me when you're lonely... | | | |
| | Two people caught on a string... | | | |
| W | | Walk a mile in my tennis shoes... | | | |
| | We are still all right, we took it on the chin... | | | |
| | We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses... | | | |
| | We follow the dog who follows the cat... | | | |
| | We heard Richard Nixon say, welcome to the U-S-A... | | | |
| | We still sit at separate tables... | | | |
| | We're caught up in a web, you and I... | | | |
| | We've moved on six miles from where we were yesterday... | | | |
| | Welcome to my Christmas song... | | | |
| | Well he could almost taste the money... | | | |
| | Well I'm keeping off the streets - since you came to town... | | | |
| | Well I'm running away... | | | |
| | Well she looked a peach in the dress she made... | | | |
| | Well she swept through the church like a sweet Sunday prayer... | | | |
| | Well there's slim times when my words won't rhyme... | | | |
| | Well they say that it's a fact... | | | |
| | Well you come on like a comet, ideas in your head... | | | |
| | What happened here? As the New York sunset disappeared... | | | |
| | What I gotta do to make you love me... | | | |
| | What's your name, my name is Pain... | | | |
| | When are you gonna come down... | | | |
| | When I look back boy I must have been green... | | | |
| | When I think of those East End lights... | | | |
| | When it's springtime down in Georgia... | | | |
| | When she gets up in the morning... | | | |
| | When the shades are drawn... | | | |
| | When the shrill winds are screaming... | | | |
| | Who'll walk me down to church... | | | |
| | Why hello... | | | |
| | Why's it never light on my lawn... | | | |
| | Wise men say... | | | |
| | Without you I no longer swim upstream... | | | |
| Y | | Yeah I looked at my watch and it said a quarter to five... | | | |
| | Yeah, it's just like Noah's ark... | | | |
| | Yell help, too many cooks and a bird in the bush, yell help... | | | |
| | Yesterday you came to lift me up... | | | |
| | You can take her, make her change her name... | | | |
| | You could never know what it's like... | | | |
| | You don't love him any more... | | | |
| | You don't pass your time in limbo... | | | |
| | You gotta think about it... | | | |
| | You may not believe it, but I don't believe in miracles anymore... | | | |
| | You say that all you want are the simple things... | | | |
| | You say today was not so easy... | | | |
| | You tell me there's an angel in your tree... | | | |
| | You win again, you gypsy heart... | | | |
| | You wore a little cross of gold around your neck... | | | |
| | You're a cool little one... | | | |
| | You're a stranger to me... | | | |
| | You're cruel, you do... | | | |
| | You're not a ship to carry my life... | | | |
| | You've a certain sartorial eloquence... | | | |
| | You've been crying, and I'm crazy about you... | | | |
| | Your accountant called this morning... | | | |
| | Your bag's out on the bed. Your closet's all... | | | |
| | Your life stepped lightly out our hands... | | | |
| | Your mother's eyes look straight through me whenever we meet... | | | |
| | Your old man got mad when I told him we were leaving... | | | |
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