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Wonderful Way to Go
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(Sullivan/Heaton)
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The wolf he howls, howls up at the moon,
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out on the steps beneath my hotel room.
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Was in the woods behind this little town
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we went flying up through the silhouette trees,
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then crashing down colours brighter than I've ever seen.
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More wired than I've ever been - and the faces turn to stone . . .
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On through the gates again - what a wonderful way to go . . .
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What a wonderful way to go.
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Tell me your story, tell me no lies;
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we touch each other - but only with our eyes.
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Some kind of game, to play with desire;
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it's just beneath the skin that I'm alive. . .
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Colours brighter than I've ever seen - more wired than I've ever been . . .
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And the faces turn to stone - on through the gates again;
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what a wonderful way to go - what a wonderful way to go . . .
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Tonight the moon she lays a silver path across the blackened sea,
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I'm swimming out against the tide, the waves are breaking over me;
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and deep beneath the waters in the darkness I can hear her
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as she calls for me to come. . .
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The wolf he howls, howls up at the moon;
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some day coming - some day soon . . .
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Onto his shoulder, to carry me home;
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flying up through the silhouette trees and we'll be gone . . .
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Colours brighter than I've ever seen - more wired than I've ever been;
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And all the faces turn to stone - on through the gates again . . .
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What a wonderful way to go - what a wonderful way to go . . .
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Wonderful Way to Go
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