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Recently have been listening to "Tracks" quite a bit, especially the fourth disc of this song comes from. It's classic Bruce: simple, effective, brilliant. Enjoy.
I walk along the Amlevee to see the gypsy Fman The dirt 'neath my Amfeet baby's turnin' to quickFsand He looked into my Ampalm, then looked me in the Feye And told me you were Amgone, gone Fover the Frise
Once we stood togAmether at the wishing Fwell Our wishes like dAmreams, baby, into the water Ffell Oh then I Amkissed your lips but when I looked into your Feyes Baby they were Amgone, gone Fover the Frise
Tonight the Amblackbirds fly low on the water's Fedge Oh we walked this Ampath not knowing where it Fled Now at the bottom of the river Amdeep lies something shiny and Fgold Is a promise that love Amcouldn't keep Fsame as a promise Fbroken?
Well I woke lAmast night to the sound of Frain The wind rustling Ambranches against the window Fpane I searched the pillow beAmside me for the tears we Fcried Baby they wereAm gone, gone Fover the Frise...