The Dabsong Conshirtoe

Caravan

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    Man is the child of Child, the father of the Man
    Like pools within the pool and waves upon the sand
    Like birds that fly so free, that somewhere must begin
    The rain like circles begins again

    All my life, this has been a mystery
    I can close my eyes and clearly see
    Everytime I'm happy in dream your memories bring me down
    Set me free - let me be

    Like flowing waters past the rippled stones of time
    Like old men ageing, drifting, answering through their minds
    Under a bridge of peace of woods that don't forget
    She stops and stares as if we've never met

    For all I know, this could be my destiny
    Searching every hour of each day
    Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are
    Calling you

    So please - answer me, let me see
    Oh - what went wrong? You took so long!
    I've been spinning 'round, down and down
    Now - it really seems it's all a dream

    All I want is all the life in me... to be free

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    Oh, the time has come to get things done
    I can waste no more, so move over
    You - you just bring me down with all your playing around
    So play the rules and keep it cool

    All I want is all the life in me... to be free
    All I want is all the life in me... to be free

    For all I know, this could be my destiny
    Searching every hour of each day
    Everything and nothing in my life wondering where you are
    Calling you, wanting you...

    Hey, Big Brenda
    You say there's things that you don't allow
    If you can't take a gift from the horse's mouth
    I want my money back right now

    Big black suspenders
    It really makes it seem so obscene
    All those great rolls of fat, just imagine that
    Paying for a piece of your dreams

    Hey Big-boobed Barbara
    It's a business doing pleasure with you
    I know that it's late, but I just can't wait
    La-di-da-di-da-di-dum-do

    Hey easy Elsie
    You know that my mamelon's for you
    It's a strange sight, but have all you like
    Just let me know when you're through

    Flat-Flabby Freda
    An orgy of pure blubber and flesh
    From all that I see, I just cannot dream
    Why they say you're six of the best?

    Hey, naughty Nora
    You say that it is bottom or bust
    I think that it's true, you're one of the few
    A service I can really trust

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    Composition: Dave Sinclair

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