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Richard Thompson More Guitar

In this dirty old part of the city where the sun refuse to shine People tell me there ain't no use in trying Now, my girl, you're so young and pretty

That gorilla you're dancing with May not have too long to live He's putting his hands in the wrong places Time to rearrange his face He's gonna dance

, don't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't sing me, don't sing me Don't sing me no more gypsy love songs Don't stir it up again I

It was cruel of you to stand at my door and take my hand Like a drowning man I clung to my defenses And ten years is a time but your looks, love, it'

In the dark, who can see his face? In the dark, who can reach him? He hides like a child. He hides like a child. Keeps his finger on the trigger You

Jerusalem on the jukebox they talk in tongues on Coronation Street Heaven help the pharisee whose halo has slipped down to his feet A thousand satellite