Can I just ask you to write your name?
Can you remember, remember my name?
As I flow through your life
A thousand oceans I have roamed
I'm cold
Spirits arise, yeah
All my life
Shadows over me
I am returning, the echo of a point in time
And distant faces shine
A thousand warriors I have known
I'm happy
As the spirits appear
My precious life
Your tears lost in falling rain, come on
If you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand we must remain
Perfect strangers
Oh, oh, ooh, yeah, yeah
You know I must remain
Inside the silent well of sorrow
A strand of silver hanging through the sky
Touching more than you see
The voice of ages in my mind
I'm aching
In the dead of the night, yeah
My precious life
Your tears lost in falling rain
If you hear me talking on the wind
You've got to understand we must remain
Perfect strangers
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I don't want to taste your poison
No, no
Super, thank you very much, eh, thank you!
Thank you
It's our favorite football team, the Perfect Street Rangers
As they are known
And singing battle they are too
I gotta tell you a story about
There was a guy, he used to make cowboy films on TV and stuff
He was a lone ranger
He was about eighty-odd years old
Obviously not filming anymore but he still had his
Mask, his hat, his guns, not sure about the horse
But he used to go and open supermarkets every
Couple of weeks for a couple of hundred dollars
And eventually he got a note from the studio in Los Angeles saying
"We own the name, you can't do this anymore"
So the poor old guy had to give up his
Mask and his hat and his guns and whatever
Anyway, that's what this song's about
And we couldn't think of anything to rhyme with the Lone Ranger, so
It's about the Cisco Kid and his
Friend Pancho, but it's a similar story
Catch my drift
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