Van der Graaf Generator - Refugees

Received: from ccsg.tau.ac.il ) by post-office.nevada.edu with SMTP id CAA17628 for ; Fri, 18 Feb 1994 02:16:43 -0800 Date: Fri, 18 Feb 1994 12:16:36 +0200 From: Ofir Zwebner Subject: Refugees To: James Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Refugees / Peter Hammill we began to notice that we could be free, C G F and we moved together West. West is where all days will someday end; where the colours turn from grey to gold, and you can be with the frien (tabfu.thudspace.net)

Received: from ccsg.tau.ac.il ) by post-office.nevada.edu with SMTP id CAA17628 for ; Fri, 18 Feb 1994 02:16:43 -0800 Date: Fri, 18 Feb 1994 12:16:36 +0200 From: Ofir Zwebner Subject: Refugees To: James Message-Id: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII Refugees / Peter Hammill we began to notice that we could be free, C G F and we moved together West. West is where all days will someday end; where the colours turn from grey to gold, and you can be with the frien (guitartabs.cc)

we began to notice that we could be free, C G F and we moved together West. West is where all days will someday end; where the colours turn from grey to gold, and you can be with the friends. And light flakes the golden clouds above: West is Mike and Susie, West is where I love. There we shall spend the final days of our lives... tell the same old stories: well, at least we tried. So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go; oh! yes, and our apologies to those who'll never really know t (guitaretab.com)

we began to notice that we could be free, C G F and we moved together West. West is where all days will someday end; where the colours turn from grey to gold, and you can be with the friends. And light flakes the golden clouds above: West is Mike and Susie, West is where I love. There we shall spend the final days of our lives... tell the same old stories: well, at least we tried. So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go; oh! yes, and our apologies to those who'll never really know t (guitartabs.cc)

we began to notice that we could be free, C G F and we moved together West. West is where all days will someday end; where the colours turn from grey to gold, and you can be with the friends. And light flakes the golden clouds above: West is Mike and Susie, West is where I love. There we shall spend the final days of our lives... tell the same old stories: well, at least we tried. So into the West, smiles on our faces, we'll go; oh! yes, and our apologies to those who'll never really know t (azchords.com)