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(Mick, I've got a...) There must be one million stories in New York City, the naked city, and this is one of 'em I live out on the island, and I got problems My Mom don't like me, cause she says I know Sultan(?) Sitting in the cark park, in my old Buick Skylark Getting high, getting high, Getting high on the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh it ain't easy, when you gotta survive Keep on giving death, just to survive Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my own Buick Skylark in the dark Oh, 'n I'll listen to the eight track Oh, I'll listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Oh, listen to the eight track Yeah, can't wind it back Listen to the eight track In between the seats, in the cracks Listen to the eight track Oh sometimes I get a woman in here And I put on Bruce Springsteen's new double album And then, just when everything's getting hot I start turning the volume right down low Baby, let me snuggle right next to you You turned to me sweetly, you know what she said, She said, turn up the eight track Oh listen to the eight track Oh listen to the eight track, ain't no winding it back Listen to the eight track Listen to the eight track Listen to the eight track There must have been about a million stories in New York City, the naked city, and this has been one of them!
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That's it baby, take one last look We gotta go catch a plane Then you won't die, and I won't die But we won't ever be the same Oh I can feel a mood coming down on me Such a good thing disappears I can sense the loss creeping up on us And it's deeper than any tears I've known You stepped into my dreams You opened up the door You stepped into my dreams I want you back for more You stepped into my dreams tonight In the shadows of the night you saw me In the morning you were gone Won't you blow a kiss to me baby We both gotta be moving on Sometimes you see a lover and she's made for love But you let that lover slip by You believe and yet she's so hard to get And you never know the reasons why She stepped into your dreams She opened up your door She stepped into your dreams You want her so much more She stepped into your dreams tonight yeah Oh when you're doing what you're doing What do you think of me babe There ain't much else to say In another time, in another place Things might have turned out okay I can feel a darkness I can never conceal Sometimes I get just a little insane I can feel emotions like the mighty oceans They're driving me again, and I know You stepped into my dreams You opened up the door You stepped into my dreams I want you back for more You stepped into my dreams And I don't know what to do I'm so scared of losing you.
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He used to ride through the streets, crying through the alleyway Freezing cold in the early morning light Out to get a salary Detroit, Detroit TV image ain't gonna pay the bills Big big cars Detroit, Detroit The fan Detroit, Detroit Big big shots Got their heads in the sand The usual (buzzing cars noises from Ian) You're late Detroit, Detroit He's a working man Ghost town Ghost town (indistinguishable sounds, laughs) The loneliest man in the world
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China, China, the evening's moving in See you, soon now, the boat moves with the wind China, China, I can see the harbour lights Light your, fire, we'll be warm tonight China, China, the thoughts drift from the sea I'm dreaming, of you, wear your dress for me China, China, the oceans on the wheel(?) The seagulls flying lower now China I can feel you by my side Across the bay, across the Tyne Can you hear me say China, China, wear your hair down low Lady, Lady, you're frozen to the bone China, China, the catch was good today The oilskins clinging to my back And the lantern gently sways Oh don't you cry, the kids to bed Didn't mean the things I said China, China, the years go rolling by Laughter, sorrow, I will not make you cry China, China, think before you speak Always remember the ocean hauls as deep And if I'm tired of feeling low Don't let me sleep, you know China, China, the men are on the quay Drinking, smoking, talking quietly The water's calmer now All my work is done So China, see ya.
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These lyrics have been determined after careful listening to the tracks in question, and are provided for educational purposes only. Due to the possibility of mis-hearing, we cannot vouch for their accuracy. Copyright remains vested in the lawful copyright holders.
Transcribed by Colin Ford, except Detroit (Outtake 5 - vocal) by Nicole Apostola. Minor correction to You Stepped Into My Dreams by Bob Arnot.
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