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Marriott-Lane
I sit here everyday,
Looking at the sky,
Ever wondering why,
I dream my dreams away,
And I'm living for today,
In my minds eye.
Things are clearer than before,
Showing me the way,
Asking me to stay,
I'll never close the door,
To all these things and more,
In my minds eye.
Everybody I know says I'll change, yeh,
Laughing behind their hands,
I think they're strange.
People running everywhere,
Running through my life,
I couldn't give a care,
Because they'll never see
All that I can see,
With my minds eye.
Aah - ha - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Ha - ha - ha - ha.
In my minds eye.
Aah - ha - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Aah - ha - ha
Ha - ha - ha - ha
MODS FUCKING RULE
- Album:
- The Decca Years 1965-1967
- The Decca Years
- Miscellaneous
- There Are But Four Small Faces
- The Immediate Years CD 1
- All or Nothing (Remastered)
- The Immediate Years (Disc Two)
- The Anthology 1965-1967
- From the Beginning (Remastered)
- The Decca Anthology (1965-1967)
- The Best Of
- The Very Best Of CD1
- Mojo: Small Faces & Friends
- The Legendary Majik Mijits
- The Very Best of the Small Faces, Vol. 1
- Small Faces
- Small Faces (Deluxe Edition)
- From the Beginning
- From the Beginning (Deluxe Edition)
- Ogdens’ Nut Gone Flake