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Foreign Money
Took a look around your room
But I can’t see a space on the floor
Where am I supposed to sleep
‘Cause I can’t stay awake any more?
Only known you half an evening
Give me rest and I’ll be feeling fine
Destination far away
And it’s only a matter of time
All your famous honesty
Makes it harder to tell you a lie
Rather be your friend than lover
Can’t we sort this out some other time?
Would I give you foreign money?
Would I send you empty letters?
Would I give you dying flowers now?
Would I give you foreign money?
Would I send you empty letters?
Would I give you dying flowers now?
Would I give you foreign money?
Would I send you empty letters?
Would I give you dying flowers now?
Tack Length
3.20
William Jones
voice, electric guitar
Jane Stimpson
trumpet
Rick Taylor
trombone
Richard Buckton
electric guitar
Jon Kirby
keyboards
Keith Peberdy
bass
Martin Parker
drums
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You Can Do
There you are, a picture in the sand
There am I, a hundred miles between my hands
The best days of our lives
Are when we don’t know who we are
You and I, or that it would have been so hard
Keeping hold, down this long narrow road
Never even knowing that we had it all the time
Searching for a meaning that we didn’t need to find
Say doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo
And you can do what you can dream that you can do
And you can do what you can dream that you can do
Reaching for our feelings when the words are hard to say
The chance of losing needn’t stop me trying anyway
Say doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo
And you can do what you can dream that you can do
And you can do what you can dream that you can do
Tack Length
2.45
William Jones
voice, acoustic guitar
Martin Parker
percussion
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