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'Cause I went looking for a trace of something
that you left
And when I saw dried paint and
your scribbled initials
I acted like I could care less while my
thumb press to the paper
I wanted to find your portrait, wanted to have it
Recalling a piercing voice in old dreams
And ghostly images of black trains
Now seeing every page is turned away
I wanted to own your portrait
Wanted to have it
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so
You and your scribbled paper makes me shiver so


"Head over Heels"
I wanted to be with you alone
And talk about the weather
But traditions I can trace against
the child in your face
Won't escape my attention
You keep your distance with
a system of touch
And gentle persuasion
I'm lost in admiration could
I need you this much
Oh, you're wasting my time
You're just wasting time
Something happens and I'm
head over heels
I never find out till I'm
head over heels
Something happens and
I'm head over heels
Ah don't take my heart
Don't break my heart
Don't throw it away
I made a fire and watching burn
Thought of your future
With one foot in the past
now just how long will it last
No no no have you no ambition
My mother and my brothers used
to breathe in clean in air
And dreaming I'm a doctor
It's hard to be a man when
there's a gun in your hand
Oh I feel so
Something happens and I'm head over heels
And this my four leaf clover
I'm on the line, one open mind
This is my four leaf clover
In my mind's eye
One little boy walking by
Funny how time flies.
"Song of the lonely mountains"
Far over the Misty Mountains rise
Leave us standing upon the heights
What was before, we see once more
Our kingdom a distant light
Fiery mountain beneath the moon
The words unspoken, we’ll be there soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find us will know the tune
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the back of us yet
We’ll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
We lay under the Misty Mountains cold
In slumbers deep and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold
From long ago when lanterns burned
Till this day our hearts have yearned
Her fate unknown the Arkenstone
What was stolen must be returned
We must awake and make the day
To find a song for heart and soul
Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive
Haven’t seen the end of it yet
We’ll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
Far away from Misty Mountains cold.

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