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Catch A Fox
02:06
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She can't sleep 'cus she's got bad neighbours,
So she calls him up looking for favours,
Said "I need some human contact now,
It doesn't matter with who or where or how,
But before you arrive, won't you bring me something that keeps me alive?"
So he had to prove to her,
That he could provide fur,
So he went to catch a fox,
For her,
For her.
He left his little town,
To a small wet forest, green and brown,
And he laid his traps all around,
Waited around couldn't hear a sound,
And he couldn't get away from God,
Because it's everywhere the Devil's not.
But he had to prove to her,
That he could provide fur,
Yeah he had to catch a fox,
For her,
For her.
Something went terribly wrong,
When he hit his bong he wasn't so strong,
And the foxes they encircled him,
And within a matter of minutes they chewed him thin.
No he Couldn't to prove to her,
That he could provide fur,
No he couldn't catch a fox,
For her,
For her.
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Swim With Me
03:25
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Well scientists they say that you can prove it all away,
And there's no mystery beyond what you can see,
But I met a little man from Turkmenistan,
He told me what he knew and my mind was friggin' blew,
He said "The secrets of the moon, will all be revealed soon,
And if you know what I mean, then you will find out in a dream."
And if you want to swim with me,
Your soul better be free,
Your mind it better be an open door,
Because I have swam in shallow waters before,
And it's a bore and it's a chore,
And I don't want to any more.
You can write it down in a little book,
It is so easy just to go and have a look.
Your science is a faith,
One that can't deceive,
Then there's no question as to why you would believe.
But if you want to swim with me,
Your soul better be free,
Your mind it better be an open door,
Because I have swam in shallow waters before,
And it's a bore and it's a chore,
And I don't want to any more.
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Fr. Kevin
03:04
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Dear Fr. Kevin,
I've seen you around,
All the lads say you're really sound.
Dear Fr. Kevin,
I need a friend,
Somebody who won't pretend,
Somebody until the very end.
Dear Fr. Kevin,
Won't you get me into heaven?
Won't you put in a good word for me?
'Cus when I die, that's where I want to be.
Dear Fr. Kevin,
Do you know the words?
Could you heal me with some verse?
Dear Fr. Kevin,
Could you save my soul?
It has gone as black as coal.
I have lost all self control.
Dear Fr. Kevin,
Won't you get me into heaven?
Won't you put in a good word for me?
'Cus when I die, that's where I want to be.
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4. |
Give It Right Back Again
03:18
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Well you were looking kind of depressing,
When I kissed you good morning,
You must have dreamt about your next of kin,
And couldn't wait to get back again.
But if they ever want to give you pain,
Well you can give it right back again,
Yeah if they ever want to give you pain,
Well you can just give it right back again.
And I would hate it if you missed your plane,
If you forgot about everything,
If you forgot about the way we kissed,
When we fell down completely pissed.
And if I ever try to give you pain,
Well you can give it right back again,
And if I ever want to give you pain,
Well you can just give it right back again.
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I dream of you,
I sleep untrue,
You filter through,
My lenses of blue,
Where do you rove,
When I'm on my own?
I felt you dream of me.
Come back to me,
I'll chain you free,
Bathe in the rain,
Compare our pain.
Nothing is cool,
A summer eve,
You wouldn't believe it,
The death you see is in me,
I felt you dream of me.
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