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John Miles Master Series

People always rushing round, Makin' time to fuss and to worry. Get your feet back on the ground, It's no good to live in a hurry. Take it easy in your

Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? For many years You played

Music was my first love And it will be my last, Music of the future And music of the past. To live without my music Would be impossible to do, In this

Another song about same lady, Tell your best friends how you've grown. Now you never see the old familiar places, All the nice men you have known How

Hold on, it'll take a while, You can't always be so juvenile. Hold on while the love we had Loses nothing, could be half as bad. Waiting for the right

is greener. It's easy when you close your eyes, Your worries disappear, Problems you must face are far behind. Things would look much better From a million miles

You re a stranger in this town where do you come from, Tell me what's your plan. You've been on the road you can't remember how long, You're a lonely

You say you're gonna phone, I spend the whole day waiting at home, It's just the old same fools game. Sold on trying once more, But I'm still cold from

No hard feelings, no tears, no pain. No hard feelings, no fears remain. I could see you slowly drifting away, Like a vision into the wall. But I've got