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L Cord

tailor, coins and Assaulting all the mornings of the crosses Interest shown, never know Presenting one another to the cord, their fruitless worth; All left dying, rediscovered cords

You don't make a move Don't make a sound I've got my eyes trained on you The target is found You waited too long Soon you'll be gone I'd rather stand

Love is a pain Love is a heart attack It's so easy to take But so hard to give back The doctor told me this is a showdown You're living too fast You've

Give me power to end all of the strife Courage to kill the pro life I don't want to see, you can't change me You tell me not to bow, follow for now You

By Ivan Pawle Robin Williamson: Violin, flute, mandolin, bass and vocal. Susie W-T.: Flute solo. Janet Williamson: Organ. Strings in the earth and the

Timothy Leary's dead. No, no no no, he's outside, looking in. He'll fly his astral plane, Take you trips around the bay, Brings you back the same day

Doctor Livingston, I presume Stepping out of the jungle gloom Into the midday sun What did you find there? Did you stand a while and stare? Did you meet

The rain is on the roof Hurry high butterfly As clouds roll past my head I know why the skys all cry Om, om, heaven, om The earth turns slowly round

This garden universe vibrates complete Some may get a sound so sweet Vibrations reach on up to become light And then through gamma, out of sight Between