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Richard Thompson Front Parlour Ballads

Love that holds its breath for fear Of scaring love away I rush my lines, I care too deeply Oh, will she keep me for idle games? I raise my eyes to see

He was a species on the verge of extinction She was an Air New Zealand hostess They were mystically joined like Rawicz and Landauer Like Pinky and Perky

My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul My soul, my soul, my soul She?s never gonna shake it up She?s never gonna

Precious one, precious one Thought you stood so sweet upon your own two feet Precious one, precious one Thought there was no breeze could bring you to

Should I betray you to Charlene? She doesn?t know the things I?ve seen She must still think you?re Mr. Clean Just like the man she wed Should I betray

Sometimes I long for the solitary life Parents long gone, no kids, no wife Sister somewhere in Australia Never did keep in touch Sex no more than a how

For Whose Sake For Whose Sake Did I deliver Sighs of love and vows forever For Whose Sake For Whose Sake Did I learn real from true? Fast times What

He was a species on the verge of extinction She was an Air New Zealand hostess They were mystically joined, like Rawicz and Landauer Like Pinky and Perky

My Soul My Soul My Soul She?s never going to shake it up She?ll never be satisfied She?s never going to eye me right The way I want to be eyed The