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By The Clientele, In the silence of the garden
Moths arising on the wind
And
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By The Clientele, and 6 am in morningside
the first car rushes by
we walk
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By The Clientele, Drag yourself along to the sweetest Sunday song
Then you smile
It's
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By The Clientele, Kids all jumping bonfires on the heath
Kids all jumping bonfires
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By The Clientele, 41 & 20
55
I've got so much hate in
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By The Clientele, Goodnight my angel of the dark
Moonlight rising on the park
I've
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By The Clientele, When I'm riding home at night, I get in so
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By The Clientele, cancel the car
to number ten
such a thick fog rolling in
I
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By The Clientele, Nights
tenderly drift
losing my grip
losing the 5th or
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By The Clientele, Mrs Jones and I were dreaming of the moon
On
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By The Clientele, Cross the lonely parade
Your face turned away
From the people who
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By The Clientele, when you sleep you lose your face
the gardenhead he knows
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By The Clientele, Bats from the eaves go shivering by
Scarecrows watch the verges
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By The Clientele, April in my mind, but I can't sleep
So I take
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By The Clientele, Nightingales all summer long beside me in my mind
One
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By The Clientele, Let’s go out and find a place that no one
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By The Clientele, There's a place that we can go
at the end
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By The Clientele, Take me down and close my eyes
My fingertips will touch
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By The Clientele, Back into that falling night
the birches and the silhouettes
the haunted
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By The Clientele, Only a word is in my mind
We'll get high
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By The Clientele, In those days, there was a kind of fever that
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By The Clientele, on a night like this
you can't brush away
all the faces
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By The Clientele, All the pines that shiver in the park
Kick my fever
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By The Clientele, One is one, two is two
Three is love, ever new
And
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By The Clientele, & I see the blue-eyed surfer boys gone home
to
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By The Clientele, Four forty-five
And no one's alive by the lights on Tenth
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By The Clientele, Butterflies with gilded wings this morning
Touched the red sun and
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By The Clientele, share the night with me
share the night on the tracks
as
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By The Clientele, When the fog comes rolling
through the avenues
something leaves my mind
gifted
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By The Clientele, Back on the streets every day is the same, lord
Girls