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On this rock by the sea, Peter sang a song to me
How the little ones must grow beyond the mist
And before the dragon’s cry, Peter three times did
The sun was setting over Avalon
The last time we stood in the west
Suffering long time angels enraptured by Blake
Burn out the dross innocence
what's with you fox
Can't you take me to your box
I came here to see your meter
They call me Peter the meter reader"
By the time he found my meter it
I must be getting near, Saint Peter's Gate!

When I went through the door, he was standing in the hall
An old man with a beard of shining white
He
was alive, 
You took me by the hand,
Up, into the sky.
Captain Hook and Peter Pan,
Take my hand - to Neverland.
When time is standing still,
Come
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
The sun was setting over Avalon
The last time we stood in the west
Suffering long time angels enraptured by Blake
Burn out the dross innocence
was passing by 
And that's where I came in 

Music by Peter De Rose 
With lyrics by Charles Tobias , Published 1947
Every time you call, I'll be there to swab away the fears.
If you want me to stand by you, I'll be your defense.
You were on the phone in a heap
what's with you fox
Can't you take me to your box
I came here to see your meter
They call me Peter the meter reader"
By the time he found my meter it
loved you since the time
I saw you in 'The Mouse that Roared'.
That was Peter Sellers, my dear.
Go away, he implored
Chorus:
See, I used to be
you really eased my mind.
I was troubled by the shapes
Of things to come.

Peter
Well, if you had my
Outlook your feelings would be
Numb, you'd
you really eased my mind.
I was troubled by the shapes
Of things to come.

Peter
Well, if you had my
Outlook your feelings would be
Numb, you'd
you really eased my mind.
I was troubled by the shapes
Of things to come.

Peter
Well, if you had my
Outlook your feelings would be
Numb, you'd
I run rhymes like drunk drivers on stop signs 

I change my name to Deon cause I'm mutha freaking prime time 



Chorus 



Verse 3: Peter
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
Emotion and thought I've got I've got a lot of it 

For Mr. Blake's sake initiate it if you've caught a bit 

Fresh for the passing a check is
you really eased my mind.
I was troubled by the shapes
Of things to come.

Peter
Well, if you had my
Outlook your feelings would be
Numb, you'd
And jenny was here she was almost on time
And jenny was real
But jenny was frightened by the way
We looked at her
And jenny could see within us for
sacrifice
Human sacrifice

Father forgive them for they know not what they do
Peter denied three times
They draw near to me with their mouth but their hearts
dream of Brian peter George St John Le
Baptiste De La Salle Eno

Well all alone by the oldest stone where the shade
Trees grow the creature by
hit her tell her ride by
No clothes, she just come and go like a drive by
I ain't lyin'
I ain't know that that was yo ol' lady, no
Fuck and dive,
a crack dealer by the name of peter
Had to buck him down with my 9 millimeter
He said I had his girl, I said "now what are you? stupid?"
But he tried
was one great 

I'm him, nigga, times three 



[Chorus to end]
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time

Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
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