Song: I’m not your Wicker Man

I’m not your wicker man

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I’m not your wicker man,
I’m not your wicker man
Get me out of your fire / get me out of your flame
I’m not your sacrifice / I’m not in your pagan game

I’m not a wicker man,
I’m not a wicker man
I’m not burning in your sky / for what I don’t understand
I’m not burning in your fire / I’m not burning in desire
I’m not a wicker man,
I’m not a wicker man
If you think I’ll follow / where ever you may go
That is just so hollow / so I’ll just answer no

I’m not your wicker man
I’m not your wicker man
Dancing in your circle / not dancing in your night
You think you got me spellbound / you think you are my light

I ‘m not your wicker man,
I’m not your wicker man
You think you got it covered / but you don’t understand
I’ve tried to find the way / to your heart girl

I’m not your wicker man;
I’m not your wicker man
I’m no nature lover / that wants to hold your hand
Don’t confuse don’t choose me / for your flames girl

Lesley’s Song

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Lesley’s Song

Lyrics to Lesley’s Song

Verses

Lesley’s always sitting down Trying to work out why
She don’t come to terms with people No matter how she tries shes always
She’s watching for the signs that hang On the city walls
Outside railway stations and on Foreign city halls

Lesley gets the blues you know she Gets them just like mine she
Tries to find the truth but The truth she’ll never find
The Passers by in Goodall Sstreet Don’t pay her any mind
And the church bells they go spining In the playground of humankind

She’ll sit there very nobly And then begin to quote
How it is that solid living seems to escape her the most
Just so we would see by the Distressed look in her eyes
She won’t give up trying It will be hers in time

She’s looking for the truth (you know) Without wearing her disguise
Not looking for an entrance That she follows in your eyes
For when the crisis came along She had nowhere to run
And her dreams are free floating And her heart seems over run

She’s sitting by the window cill Looking at the rain
And the window pulls a face And whispers someones name
She’s dressed in Victoriana Sometimes maybe sighing
She sits there maybe praying Then she says maybe she’s dieing

Chorus

And why oh why don’t we all break down in tears
After all the trouble Of the past ten thousand years
Tell her why, tell her why She wants to know this time
Now while it seems important And she’s in this frame of mind

 

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