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O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Leapers and Sleepers (Duffy Power) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) · Portugal Night 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fados from Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 2 (J.D. Walter) – and 90 other albums »


slept with you 
When you were in Portugal 
Isabel's sleeping, Isabel's sleeping 
I think my mate slept with you 
When you were in Portugal 
Ah ah ah
sleeping
While you were sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night
As we're sung to sleep by philosophies
That save the trees
Morning spinning vengeance
Clings just like a dog hair
Last but least minola

Steely sleepers hell bound
Surplus lovers sing out
Photographs
While you were sleeping
While you were sleeping

United States of America
Looks like another silent night
As we're sung to sleep by philosophies
Daylight dreamers awaken on
Deserts of desperation
Lonely lives learn to live on
Islands of isolation
Surrounded by violent oceans
Of hate and hopeless
This is breaking news
It appears that Air Force One was shot down
Somewhere over the Middle East this morning
By a sleeper cell of rogue terrorists,
as a cherry pie
Woah, see I'm terrified
Crucifix heavy, who gon' carry mine?
Yeah, what's with all this talk about Hell and Satan
And sleep deprevation
If this
the guardians growl invited the thirst for steeI
Part god, part man, if I walked by their side

The old man's dream now has ended much too soon
Forgotten
just rolls on by
You're gonna know I never came
'cause I sleep good and I miss a lot of trains

Chorus:
I sleep good and I miss a lot of trains
That
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

The cats are sleeping here in the autumn sun.
Your dog has flushed a deer and he's on the run.
And the coffee cup is
lot's of things that night
But sleeping wasn't one of them

But those were the days (those were the days)
Man, those were the days (those were
could love a man like that

Don't go sleeping with the past
Don't go waking with a dream
There's no tenderness that's left
In the cracks you step
on
For the city never sleeps
And to an old forgotten soldier
The dawn will come no more
For the old man has come home
From the forest
of death, while the sorcerer sleeps

Where is the morning
Where is the sun
Thousand years of midnight
The sunrise is gone
An old man marked by a life so
sleeping
And I know that I'm the man on Susie's mind

I'm the pretty dress she buys
I'm the little bug she drives
I'm the picture that she shows
To everybody
Lock and load
Kill em all
Let the lord
Sort em out 

Fortifying lies for the Trigger man
A honey tongued devil do as she commands
Psychotic!
reinstatement
By new reincarnation rules
'cos he's the only man, most certainly
Who could claim to have lerned from history

Hitler cries himself to sleep
of death, while the sorcerer sleeps
Where is the morning
Where is the sun
Thousand years of midnight
The sunrise is gone
An old man marked by a life so
you by and by
Feed and water the horses 
Where they lie.

I realize that the beast lie there in our plans
Peacefully sleeping, but faithfully
When the heat stops you sleeping at night
And the dead leaves rustle around
And the calmness keeps you awake
And you pace around the room
Dog tired sleeping on the train.
A couple of hours and we'll be home again.
But a big man dressed in blue said,
"Hey you lot, we want you".

We
until it's pandemonium
I'm dropping 'em

Yo E, dropping 'em

Don't sleep, cause I'ma go deeper
All you sleepers, I'm the Grim Reaper
My rhymes are
a man doe
Creep by the police, rollin fo' deep
Playin low, cause I know they gon' stretch us if they catch us
Up to Chiffaro(?) and away we go
And I
The moat in my eyes never bring me no sleep
They just strap me inside with the demons I keep
Gotta leave me alone gotta let it be lone
Tired
saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar going by
And if you think that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd have to tell a lie