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The only the thing I see ahead is
Just the heat a rising off the road
The rainbows I've been chasing keep on fading before I find my pot of gold
But more and more I'm thinking, that the only treasures that I'll ever know
Are long ago and far behind and wrapped up in my memories of home
Home was a swimming hole and a fishing pole and the feel of a muddy row between my toes
Home was a back porch swing where I would sit and mom would sing amazing grace
While she hung out the clothes,
Home was an easy chair with my daddy there and the smell of Sunday supper on the stov
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(Mick Ralphs/Ian Hunter)
Know that I grow my hair just to scare the teacher
My goodness gracious me ain't little Johnny a creature
And I lost count of the times when I never bathed
I'm one of the boys
One of the boys
I don't say much but I make a big noise
And it's growing alright its growing
I borrowed Gypsy's Gibson just to show them
And now I'm a rock and roll star I don't want to know them
If they want a stray they better go out a grow one
I'm one of the boys
One of the boys
I'm only human so I ain't got much choice
And I know it yeah I kno
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Come on girl
let's sneak out of this party
it's getting boring
there's more to life than this
It's still early morning
we could go down to the harbour
and jump between the boats
and see the sun come up
there's more to life than this
we could nick a boat
and sneak off to this island
I could bring my little ghettoblaster
there's more to life than this
but then we'd have to rush back
to the town's best baker
to get the first bread of the morning
there's more to life than this
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There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and,
The light that you shine can be seen.
Baby,
I might compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grave.
Ooh,
The more I get of you
Stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom on the grave.
There is so much a man can tell you,
So much he can say.
You remain,
My power, my pleasure, m
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