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Covers 1 (free downloads)

by wes finch

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Well, in the morning We'll have to pretend again, smiling You'll be my good friend again Hold me The light comes a-creeping in the morning The curtain will rise again I know, I know because I've done this one before Well, it's the end there Just the beginning And I'm here Caught in the middle Loving you comes As easy as breathing Loving you comes When everyone's leaving I know, I know because I've done this one before I know, I know Why must it be so? Why ask for the moon? Well, there's just so much To want to be with her Where was I when She was in trouble? Now I'm here and Too late, as usual In the morning Well, she'll be returning I know, I know because I've read this one before I know, I know Why must it be so? Why ask for the moon? In the morning They'll have to pretend again, smiling You'll be my good friend again Hold me The light comes a-creeping in the morning The curtain will rise again I know, I know because We've played this one before
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This old house is falling down around my ears I'm drowning in a river of my tears When all my will is gone you hold me sway I need you at the dimming of the day You pull me like the moon pulls on the tide You know just where I keep my better side What days have come to keep us far apart A broken promise or a broken heart Now all the bonnie birds have wheeled away I need you at the dimming of the day Come the night you're only what I want Come the night you could be my confident I see you on the street in company Why don't you come and ease your mind with me I'm living for the night we steal away I need you at the dimming of the day I need you at the dimming of the day
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TIME, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day? All things I'll give you Will you be my guest, Bells for your jennet Of silver the best, Goldsmiths shall beat you A great golden ring, Peacocks shall bow to you, Little boys sing, Oh, and sweet girls will Festoon you with may. Time, you old gipsy, Why hasten away? Last week in Babylon, Last night in Rome, Morning, and in the crush Under Paul's dome; Under Paul's dial You tighten your rein— Only a moment, And off once again; Off to some city Now blind in the womb, Off to another Ere that's in the tomb. Time, you old gipsy man, Will you not stay, Put up your caravan Just for one day?
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released April 1, 2012

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