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By Tim Finn, Once he thought it was forever
But it's always never now
It
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By Tim Finn, A boy was looking at the sky
His telescope and eager
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By Tim Finn, Hurled me a rope around the sun
Pulled her hot through
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By Tim Finn, I turn one way and the wind blows me over,
I
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By Tim Finn, When you asked me how does it feel
To be loved
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By Tim Finn, First there was the mist then came the mountain
First was
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By Tim Finn, Dear long forgotten friend
The time that we spent together
I know
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By Tim Finn, Last night I saw you down the street
I caught your
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By Tim Finn, There's a fraction too much friction
There's a fraction too
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By Tim Finn, I meet you
Our eyes meet too
My head meets yours
My bones
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By Tim Finn, Grand adventure
Could be just around the corner
Grand adventure could be
Just
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By Tim Finn, (How come you came
Halfway round the world?)
I know it's only
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By Tim Finn, Whenever I lie here
After making love with you
I'm breaking the
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By Tim Finn, There's a pure idea in every mind
Waiting to be acted
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By Tim Finn, I remember long ago
Blowing bubbles on the Lisburn Road
How then
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By Tim Finn, I only want to know
Which way am I to go
I
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By Tim Finn, God's white beard hung down
Sacrilegious town
Sleek nostalgia blonde
the one you
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By Tim Finn, Up here in my lonely room
Holding on forever and a
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By Tim Finn, Many's the time I'd do anything just to belong
Many's the
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By Tim Finn, Martin sets out from the village (called)
Katta pella kopa leh
As
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By Tim Finn, I was ready for you
I’ll never know how to thank
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By Tim Finn, By acquaintance of Penelope Tree
I met a man who was
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By Tim Finn, I had a dream
Just the other night
And it made me
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By Tim Finn, Moving in darkness to the place I saw him last
Crying
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By Tim Finn, Road rage ...
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By Tim Finn, It used to be
That life was cheap,
With bodies dropping all
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By Tim Finn, A thousand butterflies lifting away
As the hunter pursues his wounded
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By Tim Finn, Staring at the embers
Of my memory
Trying to remember
Just what you
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By Tim Finn, You and I we circle each other
The truth is a
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By Tim Finn, You, sleeping on your bed of nails,
Weeping an ocean beyond