Van Morrison : Back On Top

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Goin' down Geneva, give me a helping hand

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I'm goin' down Geneva, give me a helping hand

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It's not easy, baby, living on the exile plan

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Down on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes

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Down on the bottom, down to my new pair of shoes

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I'm down by the lakeside, thinking 'bout my baby blue

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Last night I played a gig in Salzburg, outside in the pouring rain

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Last night I played a gig in Salzburg, outside in the pouring rain

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Flew from there to Montreux, and my heart was filled with pain

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Look out my window, back at the way things are

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Look out my window pane, back at the way things are

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Just wonder how, how did things ever get this far?

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Vince Taylor, used to live here, nobody's ever heard of him

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Vince Taylor used to live here, nobody's ever heard of him

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Just who he was, just where he fits in

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He was goin' down Geneva, give him a helping hand

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He was goin' down Geneva, give him a helping hand

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It wasn't easy, living on the exile plan

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Vince Taylor, used to live here, nobody's ever heard of him

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Vince Taylor used to live here, nobody's ever heard of him

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Just who he was, just where he fits in

Intro: verse chords

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Out on the highways, and the by-ways, all alone

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I'm still searching for, searching for my home

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Up in the morning, Up in the morning, out on the road

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And my head is aching, and my hands are cold

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And I'm looking for the silver lining

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Silver lining, in the clouds

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And I'm searching for, and I'm searching for

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The philosophers stone

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And it's a hard road, it's a hard road, daddy-o

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When my job, is turning lead, into gold

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He was born in the back street

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Born in the back street, Jelly Roll

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I'm on the road again, and I'm searching for

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The philosophers stone

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Can you hear that engine

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Whoa can you hear that, engine drone?

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I'm on the road again, and I'm searching for

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The philosophers stone

Solo over verse chords x2

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Up in the morning

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Up in the morning

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When the streets are white with snow

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It's a hard road, it's a hard road, daddy-o

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Up in the morning

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Up in the morning, out on the job

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Well, you've got me searching for

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Searching for, the philosophers stone

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Even my best friends

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Even my best friends, they don't know

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That my job, is turning lead, into gold

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When you hear that engine

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When you hear that, engine drone

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I'm on the road again, and I'm searching for

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The philosophers stone

Solo over verse chords x2

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It's a hard road

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Even my best friends, they don't know

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And I'm searching for, searching for, the philosophers stone

Intro

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Verse 1

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In the lonely dead of midnight, in the dimness of the twilight

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By the streetlight, by the lamplight, I'll be around

Verse 2

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In the sunlight, in the daylight, and I'm workin', on the insight

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And I'm tryin' to keep, my game uptight, I'll be around

Chorus 1

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And your memory, heard this lonely, lonely music once

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And your memory, has been haunting me ever since

Verse 3

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When I'm tryin', tryin' to come down

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In my world my room keeps spinning round

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And I'm tryin' to get my feet back on the ground, you come around

Solo

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Chorus 2

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And your memory, heard this lonely, lonely music once

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And your memory, has been haunting me ever since

Verse 4

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In the lonely dead of midnight, in the dimness of the twilight

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By the streetlight, by the lamplight, I'll be around

Verse 5

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When I'm tryin', tryin' to come down

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In my world my room keeps spinning round

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And I'm tryin' to get my feet back on the ground, you come around

Coda

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Da da da da da, da da da da da

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Da da da da da, da da da da da

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Da da da da da, da da da da da, da da da da

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You came to see me when the moon was new

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Saw you standin' in the pouring rain

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Left my message on the window pain

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Back on the street again

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Back on the beat again

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I'm... back on the top, again

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Saw me climbing to the top of the hill

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You saw me meeting with the fools on the hill

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Learned my lesson, and I had my fill

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Learnt it all in vain

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Went through it all again

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Now I'm back on the top, again

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Always strivin', always climbing way beyond my will

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Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill

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Always seeming like I'm moving, but I'm really going slow

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What do you do, when you get to the top and there's nowhere to go?

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Just how I get there will be anybody's guess

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With all the so called trappings of success

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Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill

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Too busy raisin' Cain

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I'm back on the street again

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I'm... back on the top, again

Solo over verse chords

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Always strivin', always climbing way beyond my will

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Same old sensation, isolation at the top of the bill

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Always seeming like I'm moving, but I'm really going slow

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What do you do, when you get to the top and there's nowhere to go?

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Just how I get there will be anybody's guess

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With all the so called trappings of success

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Left all the deadbeats on the top of the hill

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Too busy raisin' Cain

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I'm back on the street again

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I'm... back on the top, again

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x3

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Back on the street again

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Back on the beat again

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I'm... back on the top, again

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x2

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I saw you standing with wind and the rain, in your face

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And you were thinking

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'Bout the wisdom of the leaves, and their grace

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When the leaves come falling down

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In September, when the leaves come falling down

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And at night the moon is shinning, on a clear cloudless sky

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And when the evening shadows fall, I'll be there by your side

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When the leaves come falling down

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In September, when the leaves come falling down

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Follow me down, follow me down

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Follow me down, to the place beside the garden and the wall

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Follow me down, follow me down

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To the space before the twilight and the dawn

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Oh, the last time I saw Paris, in the streets in the rain

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And as I walk along the boulevards, with you, once again

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When the leaves come falling down

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In September, when the leaves come falling down

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Follow me down, follow me down

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Follow me down, to the place beside the garden and the wall

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Follow me down, follow me down

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To the space before the twilight and the dawn

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And as I'm looking at the colour, of the leaves in your hand

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As we're listening to Chet Baker, on the beach, in the sand

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When the leaves come falling down

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In September, when the leaves come falling down

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Oh when the leaves come falling down

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In September, when the leaves come falling down

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When the leaves come falling down

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In September, when the leaves come falling down

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When the leaves come falling down

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In September in the rain

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When the leaves come falling down

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When the leaves come falling down

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In September in the rain

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When the leaves come falling down

Capo:

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By the mansion on the hillside

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Red sports car comes driving down the road

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And pulls up into the driveway

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And a story does unfold

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She's standing by the rhododendrons

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Where the roses are in bloom

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Looking out at the Atlantic ocean

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And in her head she hums this tune

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Thank god the dark nights, are drawing in again

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'Cause high summer has got me down

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I'll wait till the end of August

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And get off this merry-go-round

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And they shut him out of paradise

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Called him Lucifer, and frowned

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She took pride in what God made him

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Even before the angels shot him down to the ground

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He's a light out of the darkness

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And he wears a starry crown

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If you see him nothing will shake him

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'Cause high summer has got him low down

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x2

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High summer's got him lonesome

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Even when he makes the rounds, (makes the rounds)

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There's been no two ways about it

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High summer's got him low down

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Checked in to the tiny village by the lakeside

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Settled down to start a-new

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Far away from the politicians

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And the many chosen few

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Far away from the jealousy factor

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And everything that was tearing him apart

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Far away from the organ grinder

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And everyone that played their part

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And they shut him out of paradise

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Called him Lucifer, and frowned

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She took pride in what God made him

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Even before the angels shot him down to the ground

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He's a light out of the darkness

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And he wears a starry crown

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If you see him nothing will shake him

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'Cause high summer has got him low down

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x2

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High summer's on the rebound

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High summer's got him low down

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High summer's on the rebound

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High summer's got him low down

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High summer's on the rebound

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High summer's got him low down, low down

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I miss you so much I can't stand it

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Seems like my heart is breaking in two

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My head says no, but my soul demands it

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Everything I do reminds me of you

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I miss you so much, in this house full of shadows

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While the rain keeps pouring down my window, too

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When will the pain recede to the darkness

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From whence it has come? And I'm feeling so blue

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Ain't goin' down no more to the well

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Sometimes it feels like I'm going to hell

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Sometimes I'm knocking on your front door

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But I don't have nothing to sell, no more

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Seems like the spirit is pushing me onwards

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I'm able to see where I tripped and went wrong

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I'll just have to guess where my soul will find comfort

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And I miss you so much, when I'm singing my song

Solo over verse chords

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Ain't goin' down no more to the well

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Sometimes it feels like I'm going to hell

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Sometimes I'm knocking on your front door

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But I don't have nothing to sell, no more

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Seems like the spirit is pushing me onwards

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I'm able to see where I tripped and went wrong

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I'll just have to guess where my soul will find comfort

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And I miss you so much, when I'm singing my song

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I miss you so much I can't stand it

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Seems like my heart is breaking in two

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My head says no, but my soul demands it

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Everything I do reminds me of you

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Everything I do reminds me of you

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Everything I do reminds me of you

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Capo:

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x2

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See you've got the new biography

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Where did they get the info from?

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Same as before, some so-called friends

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Who claim to have known me then

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How come they've got such good memories

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When I can't even remember last week?

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Got to question where they're coming from

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What knowledge of me is it that they speak?

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So far away, way back when

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The people that claim to have known me then

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They're not on my wavelength and it's such a shame

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That they have to play the name game

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The fame game, oh, the name game

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Lord, it's a cryin' shame, Lord, tell me what's to blame?

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Reinvented all the stories they know

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Give them all a different slant

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What is it that they're really looking for?

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Just a hobby on the internet

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So far away, way back when

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The people that claim to have known me then

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They're not on my wavelength and it's such a shame

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That they have to play the name game

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The fame game, oh, the name game

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Lord, it's a cryin' shame, Lord, tell me what's to blame?

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If they didn't really know me way back

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How can they know me now in any respect?

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It's a pity they don't feel the pain

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That they should pay the price to play, to play...

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The fame game, oh, the name game

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Lord, it's a cryin' shame, Lord, tell me what's to blame?

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They're not on my wavelength and it's such a shame

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That they have to play, have to play...

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The fame game, oh, the name game

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Lord, it's a cryin' shame

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Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...

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The fame game, oh, the name game

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Lord, it's a cryin' shame

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Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...

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The fame game, oh, the name game

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Lord, it's a cryin' shame

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Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...

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The fame game, oh, the name game

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Lord, it's a cryin' shame

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Lord, tell me what's to blame? They keep on playin'...

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Precious time is slipping away

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But you're only king for a day

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It doesn't matter to which God you pray

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Precious time is slipping away It doesn't matter what route you take Sooner or later the hearts going to break No rhyme or reason, no master plan No Nirvana, no promised land Because, precious time is slipping away You know you're only king for a day It doesn't matter to which God you pray Precious time is slipping away Say que sera, whatever will be But then I keep on searching for immortality She's so beautiful but she's going to die some day Everything in life just passes away But, precious time is slipping away You know she's only queen for a day It doesn't matter to which God you pray Precious time is slipping away Well this world is cruel with its twists and turns Well the fire's still in me and the passion burns I love a medley till the day I die 'Til hell freezes over and the rivers run dry Precious time is slipping away You know she's only queen for a day It doesn't matter to which God you pray because Precious time is slipping away Precious time is slipping away You know you're only king for a day It doesn't matter to which God you pray Precious time is slipping away Precious time is slipping away You know you're only king for a day It doesn't matter to which God you pray because Precious time is slipping away

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Well, I heard the bells ringing

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I was thinking about winning, in this God forsaken place

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When my confidence was well

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Then I tripped and I fell, right flat on my face

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Now I'm standing erect

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And I feel like coming back and the sun is shining gold

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Put a smile on my face

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Get back in the human race and get on with the show

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And I'm taking in the Indian Summer

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And I'm soaking it up in my mind

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And I'm pretending, that it's paradise...

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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In the wee midnight hour

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I was parking my car, in this dimly lit town

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I was attacked by two thugs

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Who took me for a mug and shoved me down on the ground

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And they pulled out a knife

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And I fought my way up as they scarpered from the scene

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Well, this is no New York street

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And there's no Bobby on the beat and things ain't just what they seem

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And I'm taking in the Indian Summer

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And I'm soaking it up in my mind

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And I'm pretending, that it's paradise...

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

Solo over verse and chorus chords

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Who would think this could happen

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In a city like this, among Blake's green and pleasant hills?

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And we must remember

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As we go through September, among these dark satanic mills

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If there's such a thing as justice

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I could take them out and flog them, in the nearest green field

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And it might be a lesson

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To the bleeders of the system, in this whole society

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And I'm taking in the Indian Summer

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And I'm soaking it up in my mind

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And I'm pretending, that it's paradise...

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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On a golden Autumn day

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x8

Van Morrison : Back On Top
1999

Goin' Down Geneva

Philospher's Stone

In The Midnight

Back On Top

When The Leaves Come Falling Down

High Summer

Reminds Me Of You

New Biography

Precious Time

Golden Autumn Day

Van Morrison : Back On Top 1999

Goin' Down Geneva

Philospher's Stone

In The Midnight

Back On Top

When The Leaves Come Falling Down

High Summer

Reminds Me Of You

New Biography

Precious Time

Golden Autumn Day

Van Morrison : Back On Top
1999