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Pete Townshend Deep End Live

Everybody get on your feet You make me nervous when you in your seat Take off your shoes and pat your feet We're doing a dance that can't be beat We'

Talk about your woman, I wish you could see mine. You talk about your woman, I wish you could see mine. Every time she starts to lovin' She brings eyesight

Every year is the same I feel it again. I'm a loser, no chance to win. Leaves start falling, Come down is calling Loneliness starts sinking in. But

Two dozen other dirty lovers Must be a sucker for it Cry, but I don't need my mother Just Hold My hand while I come To a decision on it Sooner or later

A love born once must soon be born again A spark that burned, then died, leaving cinders to be fanned By the wind and thrown flame Flames like tongues