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By Gino Vannelli, (instrurmental)
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By Gino Vannelli, (instrurmental)
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By Gino Vannelli, (instrurmental)
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By Gino Vannelli, Well, you can wear those pajamas like those tibetan llamas
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By Gino Vannelli, And now that psychedelia's gone when the hell ya gonna
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By Gino Vannelli, Larger than life
Are these shrunken wings
A lasting strain
This sparrow sings
A
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By Gino Vannelli, (instrurmental)
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By Gino Vannelli, Well, bring on the band
And the melody man
Let the mockingbirds
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By Gino Vannelli, Can't stand this silence any more I'm dying
The words no
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By Gino Vannelli, (insturmental)
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By Gino Vannelli, Respirators, ventilators
High and holy legislators
Give me agony, pure agony
Aah, vegetation,
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By Gino Vannelli, Appaloosa, runnin' wild in the dead of the night
Appaloosa, you're
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By Gino Vannelli, Feelin' light and low
Like nothin I've felt before
My woman is
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By Gino Vannelli, Under the cover of night she crawls into sight
Her skin
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By Gino Vannelli, Hand in hand
Lonely woman
Broken man
Heart to heart
Tempting fate right from
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By Gino Vannelli, Brother to brother
Now we must join our hearts and hands
Yeah,
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By Gino Vannelli, If I came back just a cripple from the war
Would
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By Gino Vannelli, I'm gonna wait till the sun comes out and
I'm gonna
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By Gino Vannelli, Come to the well she said
Come eat my bread
Come drink
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By Gino Vannelli, It's all a vicious game a tragic joke
A pointless twist
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By Gino Vannelli, It's a crazy life, a hazy life, a mixed up
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By Gino Vannelli, Cry baby shed a thousand tears
Cry baby 'til all the
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By Gino Vannelli, Stand in the window
Close to the edge
As the neon signs
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By Gino Vannelli, Must-a been high, must-a had plenty
If she had one
(Don't know)
Might-a
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By Gino Vannelli, Pardon me
What a rare mood I'm in
Check the glorious grin
And
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By Gino Vannelli, Once in a life there comes a man like you
And
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By Gino Vannelli, I feel like flyin'
I wanna run away with you
And I
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By Gino Vannelli, Felicia, you're gonna cry when I'm gone
Felicia, you're gonna curse
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By Gino Vannelli, When I was just a two foot belly button jack
I
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By Gino Vannelli, First the high and then a low
I'm getting a romantic