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Heatwave    (Genesis)
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           No cloud, a sleepy calm                                            Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees                                           With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care                   Nothing must be done
               Silent, as a day can be                                    Far off sounds of others on their chosen run                                             As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning                   Even if they're dull
                                                It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world                                             As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere
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                                              The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas                        The trees will lose their withered leaves                      I just can't seem to let them loose                                                 And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south                                         Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
                                             Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away                               A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none                                             Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste
                                               Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return                                                     Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own
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                                           Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line                    Into a dried up river bed                                But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you                                                       Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way                                   I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
                                                      The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas                        The trees will lose their withered leaves                      I just can't seem to let them loose                                                 And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south                                   I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place
    /    /    /    /    /    /    /    / [                                                           ]  Rpt and fade
  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Put your problems out with the cat -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Must be lamb today cause beef was last week =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
  
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