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Sleep The Clock Around
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And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
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And the moment will come when composure returns
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
full lyrics...
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Features Of This Song
basic rock song structures
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
mixed acoustic and electric instrumentation
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
electric pianos
acoustic rhythm guitars
vocal harmonies

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Then you go to the place where you've finally found
And the moment will come when composure returns
Everybody is happy, they are glad that they came
Sleep the clock around
You can look at yourself sleep the clock around
There's a lot to be done while your head is still young
And for once in your life you have nothing to say
Take a walk in the park, take a Valium pill
Read the letter you got from the memory girl
And you walk twenty yards with your head in the air
Where you wanted to help, it's a bit of a waste
Sleep the clock around
After all that you've done boy, I'm sure you're going to pay
And the puzzle will last till somebody will say
But the people are living far away from the place
In the morning you come to the ladies salon
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Now the trouble is over, everybody got paid
Then the moment will come, and the memory will shine
If you put down your pen, leave your worries behind
To say, look at yourself, you're not much use to anyone
Down the Liberty Hill, where the fashion brigade
And you trusted to this, and you trusted to that
But it takes more than this to make sense of the day
Yeah it takes more than milk to get rid of the taste
To get all fitted out for the paperback throne
And could this be the time when somebody will come
Look with curious eyes on your raggedy way
Put a face on the world, turn your back to the wall
Of the United States of calamity, hey
And when you saw it all come, it was waving the flag
Songwriters: Isobel Campbell, Richard William Colburn, Michael Cooke, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Sarah Ann Martin, Stuart Lee Murdoch
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