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Conversation With A Dog - Sting

"I asked my dog what he thought the best in man He said, "The love you dispense to me twice daily from a can." I said, "Why do you think my question funny? And where would you be without my money?" I said,"

Moon Over Bourbon Street - Sting

"There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight I've no choice but to follow that call The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all I pray everyday"

Fields Of Gold - Sting

"You'll remember me when the west wind moves Upon the fields of barley You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky As we walk in the fields of gold So she took her love For to gaze awhile Upon the fields"

Stolen Car - Sting

"Late at night in summer heat. Expensive car, empty street There's a wire in my jacket. This is my trade It only takes a moment, don't be afraid I can hotwire an ignition like some kind of star I'm just"

Come Again - Sting

"(John Dowland) Come again! sweet love doth now invite Thy graces that refrain To do me due delight, To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die, With thee again in sweetest sympathy. Come again! that"

Fill Her Up - Sting

"Mobile station, Where I stand This old gas pump In my hand. The Boss don't like me Face like a weasel, All on my hands The smell of diesel. Here comes the big shot, Here he comes! From the city. God"

Fine Knacks For Ladies - Sting

"(John Dowland) Fine knacks for ladies, cheap, choice, brave and new, Good pennyworths but money cannot move, I keep a fair but for the fair to view, A beggar may be liberal of love. Though all my wares"

Clear Or Cloudy - Sting

"(John Dowland) Cleare or cloudie sweet as April showring, Smooth or frowning so is hir face to mee, Pleasd or smiling like milde May all flowring, When skies blew silke and medowes carpets bee, Hir speeches"

Brand New Day - Sting

"How many of you people out there Been hurt in some kind of love affair And how many times do you swear that you'll never love again? How many lonely, sleepless nights How many lies, how many fights And"

Epilogue - Sting

"Lay my head on the surgeon's table Take my fingerprints if you are able Pick my brains, pick my pockets Steal my eyeballs and come back for the sockets Run every kind of test from A to Z And you'll still"

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