I made my selection from the lonely hit parade. In the town where time stood still. I was feeling very little pain. Until some joker played "Almost Persuaded".
I'm the town crier and everybody knows. I'm a little down with a lifetime to go. Maybe you don't believe my heart is in the right place. Why don't you take a good look at my face.
You can run all you like from the classroom or the cot. From a great big man or a tiny tot. But from this day everyday will be boxing day. Don't need your indecision let there be no doubt.
I write in hope by the time you get this letter. We may live to see a change for the better. Or are we so devoted to these wretched selfish motives?. When the cold facts and figures all add up.
This is hell, this is hell. I am sorry to tell you. It never gets better or worse. But you get used to it after a spell. For heaven is hell in reverse.
DON'T SEND ANY MONEY!. For fate has no price. Ignore at your peril this splendid advice. An invaluable link in an infinite chain. An offer like this will just not come again.
Once upon another time, if you had the need. I'd step right in the shoes that you've been walkin'. 'Cos someone put the hurt in you, for every one to see.
The family circle gathers 'round from very far and near. To pass around the same remarks they passed away last year. The little girl you dangle on your knee without mishap.
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Well, I recall his parting words. Must I accept his fate. Or take myself far from this place?. . I thought I heard a black bell toll. A little bird did sing.
The spell that you cast, well, it seems to be wearing off fast. (Spell that you cast). Come back, baby, 'cause I don't think that I can last. (The spell that you cast).
It's a chilly Florentine evening. Two men in evening hats. Telling tales of the underground and. fishing for Reds. Policemen armed with Uzis. stand guard but they don't speak.
I know a girl got my mind in a mess. I never heard her say goodnight and God bless. She's not the only flame in town. . And when we're alone we never quarrel.
There's a part of this feeling that I just cannot kill. But the name of this thing is not love. And I can't take a potion, and I won't take a pill. So it tortures me still, but the name of this thing is not love.
All the bedroom lights go out as the neighborhood gets quiet. Everything in heaven and earth is almost right. But there's a wife who's wondering where her husband could be tonight.
c/o St. Ignatus House, Willoughby Drive,. Parrametta, New South Wales. This fifth day of July, in the year of Our Lord. Nineteen hundred and thirty five.
The accused will rise. To be torn in two. Guilty of nothin' but loving you. This is the judgement. . And I'm willin' to plead. How you don't want me. Hopin' this torment will cease.
I was committed to life and then commuted to the outskirts. With all the love in the world. Living for thirty minutes at a time with a break in the middle for adverts.
Everyone stopped as she walked into the room (Isn't this the greatest thing). Everyone own up and nobody can touch her (Isn't this the greatest thing).
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