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Angus And Julia Stone Book Like This

, without the things Like jewels and gold The circus came then packed up their things When there?s no one around We?ll be high as kings, without the things Like jewels and

book like this, to keep me alive. And if its not a rainy day, you simply don?t go outside And you?re tired of everything all of the girls and the boys

Through my eyes I can see A shooting star Weavn it's way across the sea Somewhere from mars Down the street we would run To scratch our names in the park Young and

you when you're gone Heard the rattle from the chains This goddamn room it gets so small sometimes I had a dream that you were gone Woke up and you

But they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns and public parks They've got private lawns and

goes through the hands Then to someone else To find you girl So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends Amongst the crowd a heart will break and

: I bit my tongue in the ark of conversation I don't know why I don't know why I've met you once and I've fallen for your notions I don't know why I

things, like jewels and gold. I?m rolling down, I?m rolling down to my hotel, between the lines. The paperboy still looks the same, as the old get old and

guns Track mark under the sleeve I can't talk I need to run Loves thrown away the ring Not knowing what to say Mama won't you sing It's like you're cut