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Duplicitous chastity preserved for rape

As my vicious circle comes around again
Pirouetting like a fan dancer

Choreographed into the desire
the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you


©Copyright 1936 by Boosey & Co. Ltd.
Copyright Renewed
All Rights for U.S.A., Canada
the ghost of you clings!
These foolish things remind me of you


©Copyright 1936 by Boosey & Co. Ltd.
Copyright Renewed
All Rights for U.S.A., Canada
somehow knew that this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings - but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you
don't, you don't believe you can
Yet I've seen the love open like a dancer's fan
It's crazy, I know but my faith says so
It tells me

Am I a fool for
tasted just fine

Now, its got a sweet tooth for long hair
So, Bob and Greg and Grant you should beware

Followin' the dead is how it gets it's kicks
Shame
somehow knew that this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
somehow knew that this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer
Oh, how the ghost of you
a dancer
A telephone that rings but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things remind me of you



	How
somehow knew that this had to be
The winds of March that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings - but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
By Bob Hartman
Based on Acts 17:27

Living water - I am thirsty and dry
Bread of heaven - only You satisfy
I am waiting for Your comfort and peace
somehow knew that this had to be

The winds of march that make my heart a dancer
A telephone that rings, but who's to answer?
Oh, how the ghost of you
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Hebrews 11:6

For so long I was depending upon
My senses and fences, I tried to ride on
And trusting in
love is ice.
It only strikes the lucky twice.
Once or you will know the price.
And once for crazy faith.

You're not asking if I love this man.
I
and again
Try to understand it's only me
Not only cripples have a need for crutches
And if they
Ever take
You away
From me........I'd

Fall down....fall down
of the night
By my side
Where are they now
Like so many crazy dancers
We live only for the answers in a song
But that was long ago
Where are they now
When
Bob Shane/Jack Splittard

Adelita, 'tis time we remembered that only one hour more and I must go
To the hills of Sierra Del Prado for the glory
and only in the human race
One of a kind
When you gonna see He has a will
For you and only you fulfill your destiny

The steps of a righteous man
Are led by
Written by bob welch.


Now the wind
That's blowing out of the southwest
Is telling me, boy you better beware
Here she comes, and they call her
(1st non-groupie):
Tell him! Tell him right now!

(2nd non-groupie):
We only like musicians for f-friends. You know?

(voices in back):
Real straight
Like Bob said the times are a changing
Unfortunately for us bossman's rearranging
Doesn't care about the wife and kids
But only the gold that is his