Some expressions take me back
Like hair of gold and sweet Mary
And running to me
The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes
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Loreto Highstreet buried me
Beneath the oak treeAs this is to me
Then so to you is something else
That keeps you up long past your bedtime, tearing hairThe sweetest moment comes at last
The waitings over
In shock they stare and cue fanfare
When Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground
He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of townThe sweetest moment comes at last
The waitings over
In shock they stare and cue fanfare
When Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground
He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town
Playing for blood as grandmasters shouldSome obsessions take me back
Like hair of golden and sweet Mary
And running to me
The sweet sweet songs that cloud your eyes
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Loreto Highstreet buried me
Beneath the oak treeWhen Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground
He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town
The sweetest moment comes at last
The waitings over
In shock they stare and cue fanfare
When Bobby Fischer's plane touches the ground
He'll take those Russian boys and play them out of town
Playing for blood as grandmasters should