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by Genesis


                           Heatwave    (Genesis)

       /    /    /    /

                  
     No cloud, a sleepy calm
                                                
     Sunbaked earth that's cooled by gentle breeze, and trees
                                           
     With rustling leaves, only endless days without a care
                    
     Nothing must be done

                  
     Silent, as a day can be
                                        
     Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
                                             
     As they do, all those things they feel give a life some meaning
                    
     Even if they're dull

                                                        
     It's time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
                                                
     As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere

       /    /    /    /    /    /    /

                                                     
     The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
                                 
     The trees will lose their withered leaves
                           
     I just can't seem to let them loose
                                                 
     And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
                                           
     Oh I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

                                              
     Now the light is fading fast, chances slip away
                                              
     A time will come to pass,     when there'll be none
                                                        
     Then addicted to a perfumed poison, betrayed by its aftertaste

                                                    
     Oh we shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
                                                         
     Many are the substitutes but they're powerless on their own

       /    /    /    /    /    /    /

                                          
     Beware the fisherman who's casting out his line
                      
     Into a dried up river bed
                                  
     But don't try to tell him cos he won't believe you
                                                       
     Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it's easier that way
                                     
     I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

                                                     
     The trees and I are shaken by, the same winds but whereas
                                 
     The trees will lose their withered leaves
                           
     I just can't seem to let them loose
                                                 
     And they can't refresh me, those hot winds of the south
                                     
     I feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place

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     [                                                           ]  Rpt and fade

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