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Verse 1
Tochtige plaatsen, lange gangen.
Een koude hal, een kille sfeer.
Glazen loketten, stenen trappen.
een overkapping tegen slecht weer.
Golven forensen, moeder met kind.
Een ouder paar, een man met een boek.
Een baasje met hond en een conducteur,
Potloodventer in een donkere hoek.
Chorus
Centraal Station.
Vol met beelden, en vol met geluid.
Maar ik zie je nog voor me.
Als ik mijn ogen sluit.
Verse 2
Gele monsters, blauwe strepen.
Een sein op rood, een licht op groen.
Een lokomotief, een treinwagon.
De motoren, die zoemend h
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Big Jim Cooley commanded respect, whatever he wanted he could get
The badge on his waistcoat shone in the sun
It ain't no lie, Big Jim was feared by everyone
In the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forget
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
He called Jim "yellow", he'll never do that again
He got mad!
He threw his badge on the floor and walked out
He's gonna give it a try, he left no doubt
"Must be mad, must be mad!"
The people wished him well, and good luck
"Hell, I don't need it!" He lau
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Sometimes you wish to be dead -
It's a way to the outside.
Run away in absolute dark
You save your own hide.
No more forces in the veins,
You'll act bona fide.
The open Gate in the Realm of Aeon
Step inside...
Solo: The Shunless Stand
All of us pretend
To be alive and to pass the Eagle's Beak.
But everyone is in the web
And only it determines each of our deeds.
You always can make the decision
To open window or to step back,
To sense your whole life in seconds
Or decay in sweet limits till time will end.
I asked for the help of my
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Yeah
How do you do it anyway?
Like there ain't nothin to it
to make me stay
No tricks with smoke and mirrors
Not anything up your sleve
A second look and it can't be clearer
There's no mystery
It's in the way you love
It's in the little things you say
It's in the way you love
And give your heart away
It's in the chance you took
It's in the way you look at me
That sets you a world apart
And makes you who you are
And you are -- beautiful -- you are
Pressed on my soul, your finger print
Going where no ones ever been
Well I d
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