Hanging round in French Town
Hanging round in English Town
Hanging round in any place
Always gets to be a bore.

Hanging round with foreign girls
Watching out for another chance
'Cause hanging round in Crazy Town
Always gets to be a bore.

Drinking tea in the afternoon
Playing games with a loaded dice
I sometimes fall for that English rose
But it always ends up the same.

I've hung around with French girls
I've even hung round with a Russian girl
But hanging round with any girl
Always ends up meaning more.

When the trains have gone to sleep
And the tracks are fading fast
When I'm sleeping next to you
That's when I know that it won't last.

When the galleries are quiet
When the girls start reading books
When I just sit there in my room
That's when it all ends up the same.

When there's girls in all my dreams
You're so strung out it doesn't mean a thing
On the edge of Shanty Town
I just had to break away.

When you're waiting on the Northern Line
Tired of waiting, haven't got the time
When I can't stand any of your friends
That's when it had to change.

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Cathy

Cathy's so crazy 'bout all the latest fashions
She sits in her empty room staring at the walls
She lives in a castle somewhere in the mountains
Oh, I wish that she was in love with me.

Watch her as she looks up from the pages of her paper
She tosses her hair and slowly looks away
Pours another measure from her half-empty bottle
Oh, I wish that she was in love with me.

Slowly she pours herself another picture
Sinks down into her oldest Saxon chair
Looks up and crosses her heart out with all the debris
Oh, I wish that she was in love with me.

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Chelsea Embankment

Chelsea Embankment
On the side of the trees
Remembering that girl
Who I used to see.

Sitting in windows
On the edge of the wall
There's too many girls
In my dreams.

And I don't know about the war
But I've stayed up to see the dawn.

Chelsea Embankment
There's so much rain around
When I'm remembering that girl
Who I used to see.

Sitting in the market
Just wishing she'd pass by
There's too many girls
In my dreams.

And I don't know about the war
But I've stayed up to see the dawn.

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Bethlehem Castle (Suicide Scarves)

Bethlehem Castle
I couldn't understand
You wanted to hold me to a promise
You wanted to hold my hand.

Bethlehem Castle
I couldn't force my heart
To fall down to it's broken knees
And tear myself apart.

Bethlehem Castle
I'm cutting up my books
Looking for the rescue flight
I'm relying on my looks.

Bethlehem Castle
You stole a prayer-scarf today
Stole a guitar from the milit'ry
And now you're learning how to play.

Waiting for your prince to come
And you know he never will
You sold your passport to a chariot driver
And now he's footing your bill.

Never seem to think of flying
When you're sitting in your room
Well, I'm waiting for the rescue flight
And they're waiting for you.

You've got a lot of nerve
To say you are my friend
You've got a lot of nerve
To cut me up like this.

Don't you ever look inside
The magazines you buy?
Don't you ever wonder why
You always miss the bus?

Don't you ever do the waltz
With all your stupid friends?
Don't you ever want to sleep
With every single boy?

Don't you ever want to sleep
With every single girl?
I know I don't, oh no.
Never catch me like that.

You can't catch me like that.
You can't catch me like that.
You can't catch me like that.
You can't catch me out like that.

I know I don't.
Oh, I know I don't.

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Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you've done
Sometimes I wish I'd been born
In Paris and not in London
Sometimes I think about
Everything you said
Watching you pull the curtains shut
As you fix yourself to death.

Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you've done
Sometimes I look at you
And I know I'm not the only one
Just painting a picture
And it takes up all my time
I'm on the road of broken dreams
And it's burnt out all my mind.

Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you've done
Think about the pictures you stole
On your way back home
Build another monastery
In the side of your broken heart
You're on the road of broken dreams
And it's broken me apart.

Sometimes I wish
That I'd been born in France
Sometimes I look at you
And you look half-Russian to me
Sometimes I think about
All the things you said
But I'm just walking
Down a frozen riverbed.

Some times I think about you
About all the things you've done
Watching you do the washing up
As you lose your diamond ring

Sometimes I think about you
I think about the things you've done
Sometimes I wish
That I'd been born in France
Sometimes I wish
That I'd been and taken the chance
So I'm just walking
Down the road of broken dreams
Maybe I'm just walking
Down the road of broken dreams
Sometimes I'm just walking
Down the road of broken dreams

I'm gonna walk it out.

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Six Hip Princes (All Around The World)

Well, I know,
You've been all around the world
And all my friends, they've told me
That you ain't my kind of girl
And you think that you got me
Just where you want me to be
But you can't take or break me
Take or break me just like that.
Oh, no, no, no.

Take,
You just take all the time.

You've been there
And you've been round
And you've been everywhere
That there's ever been.
And you think of all the pictures
Well, I know you
I've seen you around before
And all my friends they tell me
You think you got me
Where you want me to be
But you can't take or break me
Take or break me just like that.
Oh, no, no, no.

Take,
You just take all the time.

Take,
You just take all the time.

All around the world.
All around the world.
All around the world.
All around the world.

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Out Of Egypt

Well, I never got a lift out of Egypt
And it seems I'll never get back home
And I always write better when I'm sleeping
I forgot to write or even phone.

Well, I never looked better than at Blenheim
And I never really tried to cut it up
And I always crossed out all the answers
And I always seem to have another chance
But there's no luck.

There's no luck, there's no luck.
There's no luck, there's no luck.

Well, I never tried shooting at strangers
I just never seemed to find enough time
And I was just dying so easily
When I felt you tugging at my sleeve.

Well, I never looked better than at Blenheim
And I never really tried to give it up
And I always crossed out all the answers
And I always seem to have another chance
But there's no luck.

There's no luck, there's no luck.
There's no luck, there's no luck.
There's no luck, there's no luck.
There's no luck, there's no luck.

Maybe I was braver then
Maybe I'll be brave again
Maybe I could cry again
Maybe I could die again.

But ev'ry day just passes by
As lonely as a pack of cards
And I don't get any calls
I don't really care at all.

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The Angels Are Calling

The angels are calling,
The angels are calling,
The angels are calling to me.

I know your name,
I've seen your face,
The angels are calling out to me.

And when it gets lonely
And I need a saviour,
That's when I'll call out to you.

The angels are falling,
My baby is calling,
The angels are calling out to me.

The angels keep calling
And my faith is growing,
The angels keep calling out my name.

And when the frost falls
And I need an answer,
That's when I'll call out to you.

The angels are falling,
My baby keeps calling.

The angels are falling,
My baby keeps calling.

The angels are falling,
My baby keeps calling.

The angels are falling,
My baby keeps calling
Out my name.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

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Missionary Boy

There's a fire burning
Just because of you
There's a blonde girl hiding
Inside my shoes
There's a mission fire
Inside of my heart.

'Cause I'm a missionary boy for you
Said, I'm a missionary boy for you.

Everybody knows
Where the landslides go
I had to hold you tight
You know I won't let go
There's a mission fire
Inside of my heart.

'Cause I'm a missionary boy
I'm a missionary boy for you
I'm a missionary boy for you.

Wonder when you hold me
I feel sublime
Another mission
Sahara, you're mine.

There's a fire burning
Just because of you
You know that I'll
Always love you
There's a mission fire
Inside of my heart.

I'm a missionary boy
I'm a missionary boy for you
I'm a missionary boy for you.

So, missionary boy
Hey, missionary boy
Missionary boy it's you.

Young missionary boy
Holy missionary boy
This missionary boy is true.

So, missionary boy
Hey, missionary boy
Missionary boy it's you.

Young missionary boy
Holy missionary boy
I've got a mission for you.

I'm a missionary boy
I'm a missionary boy
I'm a missionary boy so true.

I'm a missionary boy
I'm a missionary boy
I'm a missionary boy for you.

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The Only Boy In Heaven

Sitting out another night
Another empty room
Wishing I was with you
But it ended all so soon.

Your laughter hits the windows
As you go strolling by
With your innocent face just hiding
Everything you feel inside.

There's no time for velvet gloves
Out on the broken road
You took me up to heaven
But you left me there alone.

Empty days - they're traced out on the walls
All the pictures, all the lies we had to tell
It's burnt into me, I must have walked this road before
Loneliness will never change a thing.

You're just like some river
That floods into my room
And the times I speak without thinking
Are the ones I regret so soon.

Maybe words that were said in jest
Are the ones I most want to disown
You took me up to heaven
But you left me there alone.

Empty days - they're traced out on the walls
All the pictures, all the lies we had to tell
It's burnt into me, I must have walked this road before
Loneliness will never change a thing.

Some days my eyes still shine
The way they used to do
Some days I know exactly
What to say and what to do.

I kissed your mouth
In every single way.

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Gold Painted Nails (Vocal)

Well, it feels so good
And it feels so right
You look just like a car
I think we'll crash tonight.

And it seems so good
That it must be right
Everything you wanted now
Could be alright

Well, it seems so good
And it feels so right
Gold painted nails
Everything's alright.

Well, you look so good
Yea, I like you a lot
We could meet at dawn
We might both get shot.

Gold painted nails
When you knifed my heart
Oh, you're such a darling
I knew that from the start.

In your gypsy threads
You're crawling through my room
All the princes in London
They don't compare with you.

You're sleeping all alone
Wrapped in antique lace
I gave you my dagger
You gave me my first taste.

Gold painted nails
When you knifed my heart
Oh, you're such a darling
I knew that from the start.

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