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There's a reason why I'm feeling so high

Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us

So let that feeling grab you deep inside

And send you reeling where your love can't hide

And then go stealing through the moonlit night with your lover

 

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream

And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams

And let your love show and you'll know what I mean it's the season

Let your love fly like a bird on the wind

And let your love find you to all living things

And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean that's the reason

 

There's a reason for the warm sweet nights

And there's a reason for the candle lights

Must be the season when those love lights shine all around us

So let that wonder take you into space

And lay you under its loving embrace

Just feel the thunder as it warms your face you can't hold back

 

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream

And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams

And let your love show and you'll know what I mean it's the season

Let your love fly like a bird on the wind

And let your love find you to all living things

And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean that's the reason

 

Just let your love flow like a mountain stream

And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams

And let your love show and you'll know what I mean it's the season

Let your love fly like a bird on the wind

And let your love find you to all living things

And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean that's the reason.

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What did (you say you'd) find

Then come, come, come, get the hell inside

You can close your eyes

Well you might as well commit suicide

 

Wait for me because I waited for you

No that's not what you should do

Don't hate me 'cause I don't hate you

Insane eyes

You made me realise

 

Something in you died

Well no, no, no, no fault of mine

Something in you died

Well no, no, no, no fault of mine

 

Make the (hell) out of what you can see

Maybe then you'll not hang beside me

Don't ask me 'cause I cannot see

Insane eyes

You made me realise

 

What did (you say you'd) find

Then come, come, come, get the hell inside

You can close your eyes

Well you might as well commit suicide

 

Wait for me because I waited for you

No that's not what you should do

Don't hate me 'cause I don't know you

Insane eyes

You made me realise

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I never liked George Michael much

Although they say he was the talented one

Andrew Ridgley drew the map

That rescued me, took me to paradise

 

I was brought up to the sound of the synthesiser

I learned to dance to the beat of electronic drums

I came alive to the smouldering fire in your eyes

I love you now and I will 'til the day that I die

 

I had a tooth pulled as a child

I put it underneath my pillow

And when I looked the very next morning

There was a ten pound not

I took it to the nearest record shop

I put it down upon the counter

I gotta tell you what I know to be true

I bought my first record because of you

 

I was brought up to the sound of the synthesiser

I learned to dance to the beat of electronic drums

I came alive to the smouldering fire in your eyes

I love you now and I will 'til the day that I die

 

I love everything

I love to be around money

A daughter of negative equity

A child of Black Wednesday

(Blue Monday, Black Wednesday)

This is Sarah Nixey talking

MIDI'ed and into the groove

I've got to tell you

What I know to be true

 

I didn't do too well at school

They said I couldn't concentrate

The day you flew off into the sunset

Was the day my education was saved

Then years later on Kensington High Street

I saw you drive a white convertible Golf GTI

Carefully edging out into the traffic

Just like a real live human being

 

I was brought up to the sound of the synthesiser

I learned to dance to the beat of electronic drums

I came alive to the smouldering fire in your eyes

I love you now and I will 'til the day that I die

 

Daddy lost everything

Our beautiful house, his beautiful sports car

His beautiful wife, I held his hand and told him

Everything would be all right

This is Sarah Nixey talking

MIDI'ed up and into the groove

I've got to tell you

What I know to be true

 

I was brought up to the sound of the synthesiser

I learned to dance to the beat of electronic drums

I came alive to the smouldering fire in your eyes

I love you now and I will til the day that I die

 

I was brought up to the sound of the synthesiser

I learned to dance to the beat of electronic drums

I came alive to the smouldering fire in your eyes

I love you now and I will til the day that I die

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To get it up to speed a bit:

 

Ah ah, ah ah

Ah ah, ah ah

 

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

It's been there forever, it's never going to change

It eliminates all diversions, it eliminates all emotions

(All you got to do to stay alive is drive)

 

There are things we need to talk about

There are things I cannot do without

 

If you think the journey's over

Let me know, don't make me wait

 

(Driving with no aim or intention)

On the English motorway

 

The English motorway system can be quite hypnotizing

You achieve a Zen like state, as someone else's driving

It becomes detached observing, colours and straight lights

Distant town and exit signs

(Do you really want to break up?)

 

There are things we need to talk about

There are things I cannot do without

 

Is this the end of the rainbow?

Am I just colour-blind?

 

(Leave the north, visit friend's at south)

On the English motorway

 

The English motorway system, is an accident waiting to happen

On the black ice, a lorry jack knives, on there's freezing fog in November

And you wonder if there's someone who really does decide

I thought I saw you in a distance

(Do you really want to break up?)

 

There are things we need to talk about

There are things I cannot do without

 

When you think the journey's over

Let me know

Don't make me wait

 

(Driving with no aim or intention)

On the English motorway

 

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

The English motorway system is beautiful and strange

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Hoch im Norden, hinter den Deichen bin ich geboren.

immer nur Wasser, ganz viele Fische,

Mövengeschrei und Meeresrauschen in meinen Ohren.

und mein Vater war Schipper, der fluchte wenn Sturm war,

dann konnt` er nicht raus auf See.

dann ging er zu Herrn Hansen, der der Chef vom Leuchtturm war

und der sagte: keine Panik auf der Titanic,

jetzt trinken wir erst mal einen Rum mit Tee

 

Und ich verbrachte meine Tage am Nordseedünenstrand,

bin jahrelang tagtäglich am Deich entlang gerannt.

und Mutter brachte jeden Tag - und freitags ganz besonders

Muschelzeug und Fisch auf den Tisch.

 

Ja es war ja auch ganz schön und das Klima war gesund

und doch hab ich mir gedacht:

hier kommst Du auf die Dauer, nur Schipper oder Bauer,

Je kommst Du ganz allmählich auf den Seehund.

und als ich so um 16 war, da hatte ich genug,

da nahm ich den nächstbesten nach Süden fahrenden Zug

 

Nun sitz ich hier im Süden und so toll ist es hier auch nicht.

und eine viel zu heiße Sonne, knallt mir ins Gesicht.

nein das Gelbe ist es auch nicht

und ich muß so schrecklich schwitzen.

ach wie gern würde ich mal wieder

auf einer Nordseedüne sitzen.

 

(John L and Kristina might like this one - though the story is universal)

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