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Who(are you)
From my generation
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes
Love ain’t for Keeping
Song is almost over
It’s not behind me
Gettin in tune to the
Straight and narrow
Should’ve known it
Baba was bargaining for
My Wife
Goin mobile
Won’t get Fooled Again
My name is 905 and
The music must change
It’s Hard
You can Cry if You Want
Who by Numbers
However much I Booze
Imagine a Man
Squeezing Box
Dreaming from the waist
How many Friends
Do I have
In the Blue Red and Grey
In a hand of a Face
Acid Queen Do you think it’s alright
To Go to the mirror
And Fiddle About
Smash the mirror
We’re not Gonna Take It
Got a feeling 21 is going to be a good year
Did you ever see the faces of the children
They get so excited
Cut my Hair and then
I’m One
Dirty jobs of a
Helpless Dancer
Sea and the sand but I’m
Drowned looking for
Doctor Jimmy
I’ve Had Enough at 5:15
We’re on own cousin
Is It In My Head
A Quick One While He’s Away
Rolling Stone Circus
Another Tricky Day as my
Face Dances
You better you bet
I’m the Gypsy
Substitute of Happy Jack
Young Man Blues
Shaking all Over
I can see for miles
See Me Feel Me
Magic Bus Anyway Anyhow Anywhere
Long live rock
Summertime Blues
Pictures of Lily
They call me The Seeker
As Keith sings
Barbara Ann
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes
Love ain’t for Keeping
Song is almost over
It’s not behind me
Gettin in tune to the
Straight and narrow
Should’ve known it
Baba was bargaining for
My Wife
Goin mobile
Won’t get Fooled Again
My name is 905 and
The music must change
It’s Hard
You can Cry if You Want
Who by Numbers
However much I Booze
Imagine a Man
Squeezing Box
Dreaming from the waist
How many Friends
Do I have
In the Blue Red and Grey
In a hand of a Face
Acid Queen Do you think it’s alright
To Go to the mirror
And Fiddle About
Smash the mirror
We’re not Gonna Take It
Got a feeling 21 is going to be a good year
Did you ever see the faces of the children
They get so excited
Cut my Hair and then
I’m One
Dirty jobs of a
Helpless Dancer
Sea and the sand but I’m
Drowned looking for
Doctor Jimmy
I’ve Had Enough at 5:15
We’re on own cousin
Is It In My Head
A Quick One While He’s Away
Rolling Stone Circus
Another Tricky Day as my
Face Dances
You better you bet
I’m the Gypsy
Substitute of Happy Jack
Young Man Blues
Shaking all Over
I can see for miles
See Me Feel Me
Magic Bus Anyway Anyhow Anywhere
Long live rock
Summertime Blues
Pictures of Lily
They call me The Seeker
As Keith sings
Barbara Ann
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