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DISCID=780a720b
DTITLE=The Police / Synchronicity
TTITLE0=Synchronicity I
TTITLE1=Walking In Your Footsteps
TTITLE2=O My God
TTITLE3=Mother
TTITLE4=Miss Gradenko
TTITLE5=Synchronicity II
TTITLE6=Every Breath You Take
TTITLE7=King Of Pain
TTITLE8=Wrapped Around Your Finger
TTITLE9=Tea In The Sahara
TTITLE10=Murder By Numbers
EXTD=1983 A&M Records CD-AMLX 63735 A&M CD3735
EXTT0=(Words and music by Sting)\n\nWith one breath, with one flow\nYou w
EXTT0=ill know\nSynchronicity\nA sleep trance, a dream dance\nA shared ro
EXTT0=mance\nSynchronicity\nA connecting principle\nLinked to the invisib
EXTT0=le\nAlmost imperceptible\nSomething inexpressible\nScience insuscep
EXTT0=tible\nLogic so inflexible\nCausally connectible\nYet nothing is in
EXTT0=vincible\nIf we share this nightmare\nThen we can dream\nSpiritus m
EXTT0=undi\nIf you act, as you think\nThe missing link\nSynchronicity\nWe 
EXTT0=know you, they know me\nExtrasensory\nSynchronicity\nA star fall, a
EXTT0= phone call\nIt joins all\nSynchronicity\nIt's so deep, it's so wid
EXTT0=e\nYour inside\nSynchronicity\nEffect without a cause\nsub-atomic la
EXTT0=ws, scientific pause\nSynchronicity
EXTT1=(Words and music by Sting)\n\nFifty million years ago\nYou walked u
EXTT1=pon the planet so\nLord of all that you could see\nJust a little b
EXTT1=it like me\nWalking in your footsteps\nHey Mr. Dinosaur\nyou really
EXTT1= couldn't ask for more\nYou were God's favourite creature\nbut you
EXTT1= didn't have a future\nWalking in your footsteps\nHey Mr. brontosa
EXTT1=urus\ndon't you have a lesson for us\nYou thought your rule would 
EXTT1=always last\nThere were no lessons in your past\nYou were built th
EXTT1=ree stories high\nThey say you would not hurt a fly\nIf we explode
EXTT1= the atom bomb\nwould they say that we were dumb\nWalking in your 
EXTT1=footsteps\nFifty million years ago\nThey walked upon the planet so
EXTT1=\nThey live in a museum\nIt's the only place you'll see 'um\nWalkin
EXTT1=g in your footsteps\nThey say the meek shall inherit the earth...
EXTT1=\nWalking in your footsteps
EXTT2=(Words and Music by Sting)\n\nEveryone I know is lonely\nand God is
EXTT2= so far away\nAnd my heart belongs to no one\nSo now sometimes I p
EXTT2=ray\nPlease take the space between us\nAnd fill it up some way\nTak
EXTT2=e the space between us\nand fill it up some way\nO my God you take
EXTT2= the biscuit\nTreating me this way\nExpect me to treat you well\nNo
EXTT2= matter what you say\nHow can I turn the other cheek\nIt's black a
EXTT2=nd bruised and torn\nI've been waiting\nsince the day that I was b
EXTT2=orn\nTake the space between us\nand fill it up some way\nTake the s
EXTT2=pace between us\nand fill it up some way\nThe fat man in his garde
EXTT2=n\nThe thin man at his gate\nMy God you must be sleeping\nWake up i
EXTT2=t's much too late\nTake the space between us\nand fill it up some 
EXTT2=way\nTake the space between us\nand fill it up some way\nDo I have 
EXTT2=to tell the story\nof a thousand rainy days\nSince we first met\nIt
EXTT2='s a big enough umbrella\nBut it's always me that ends up getting
EXTT2= wet
EXTT3=(Words and Music by Andy Summers)\n\nWell the telephone is ringing
EXTT3=\nIs that my mother on the phone?\nTelephone is ringing\nIs that my
EXTT3= mother on the phone?\nThe telephone is screaming\nWon't she leave
EXTT3= me alone\nThe telephone is ringing\nIs that my mother on the phon
EXTT3=e?\nWell every girl that I go out with\nBecomes my mother in the e
EXTT3=nd\nEvery girl I go out with\nBecomes my mother in the end\nWell, I
EXTT3= hear my mother calling\nBut I don't see her as a friend\nOh Oh mo
EXTT3=ther\nOh mother dear please listen\nAnd don't devour me\nOh mother 
EXTT3=dear please listen\nAnd don't devour me\nOh woman please have merc
EXTT3=y\nLet this poor little boy be\nOh mother dear please listen\nAnd d
EXTT3=on't devour me
EXTT4=(Words and Music by Stewart Copeland)\n\nDon't tell the director I
EXTT4= said so\nBut are you safe Miss Gradenko?\nWe were at a policy mee
EXTT4=ting\nThey were planning new ways of cheating\nI didn't want to ro
EXTT4=ck your boat\nBut you sent this dangerous note\nYou've been lettin
EXTT4=g your feelings show\nAre you safe Miss Gradenko?\nMiss Gradenko a
EXTT4=re you safe?\nAre you safe Miss Gradenko\nMiss Gradenko are you sa
EXTT4=fe?\nIs anybody alive in here?\nIs anybody alive in here?\nIs anybo
EXTT4=dy at all in here?\nNobody but us\nNobody but us\nIs anybody alive 
EXTT4=in here?\nNobody but us\nYour uniform don't seem to fit\nYou're muc
EXTT4=h too alive in it\nYou've been letting your feeling show\nAre you 
EXTT4=safe Miss Gradenko\nMiss Gradenko are you safe\nIs anybody alive i
EXTT4=n here?\nIs anybody alive in here?\nIs anybody at all in here?\nNob
EXTT4=ody but us in here\nNobody but us\nNobody but us in here\nNobody bu
EXTT4=t us
EXTT5=(Words and Music by Sting)\n\nAnother suburban morning\nGrandmother
EXTT5= screaming at the wall\nWe have to shout above the din of our ric
EXTT5=e crispies\nWe can't hear anything at all\nMother chants her litan
EXTT5=y of boredom and frustration\nBut we know all her suicides are fa
EXTT5=ke\nDaddy only stares into the distance\nThere's only so much more
EXTT5= that he can take\nMany miles away something crawls from the slim
EXTT5=e at the\nBottom of a dark Scottish lake\nAnother industrial ugly 
EXTT5=morning\nThe factory belches filth into the sky\nHe walks unhinder
EXTT5=ed through the picket lines today\nHe doesn't think to wonder why
EXTT5=\nThe secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts\non a red light 
EXTT5=street\nBut all he ever thinks to do is watch\nAnd every single me
EXTT5=eting with his so called superior\nIs a humiliating kick in the c
EXTT5=rotch\nMany miles away something crawls to the surface\nof a dark 
EXTT5=Scottish lake\nAnother working day has ended\nOnly the rush hour h
EXTT5=ell to face\nPacked like lemmings into shiny metal boxes\nContesta
EXTT5=nts in a suicidal race\nDaddy grips the wheel and stares alone in
EXTT5=to the distance\nHe knows that something somewhere has to break\nH
EXTT5=e sees the family home now looming in the headlights\nThe pain up
EXTT5=stairs that makes his eyeball ache\nMany miles away there's a sha
EXTT5=dow on the door\nof a cottage on the\nShore of a dark Scottish lak
EXTT5=e
EXTT6=(Words and Music by Sting)\n\nEvery breath you take\nEvery move you
EXTT6= make\nEvery bond you break\nEvery step you take\nI'll be watching 
EXTT6=you\nEvery single day\nEvery words you say\nEvery game you play\nEve
EXTT6=ry night you stay\nI'll be watching you\nO can't you see\nYou belon
EXTT6=g to me\nHow my poor hearts aches with every step you take\nEvery 
EXTT6=move you make\nEvery vow you break\nEvery smile you fake\nEvery smi
EXTT6=le you fake\nI'll be watching you\nSince you've gone I been lost w
EXTT6=ithout a trace\nI dream at night I can only see your face\nI look 
EXTT6=around but it's you I can't replace\nI keep crying baby please\nEv
EXTT6=ery move you make\nEvery vow you break\nEvery smile you fake\nEvery
EXTT6= claim you stake\nI'll be watching you
EXTT7=(Words and Music by Sting)\n\nThere's a little black spot on the s
EXTT7=un today\nThat's my soul up there\nIt's the same old thing as yest
EXTT7=erday\nThat's my soul up there\nThere's a black hat caught in a hi
EXTT7=gh tree top\nThat's my soul up there\nThere's a flag pole rag and 
EXTT7=the wind won't stop\nThat's my soul up there\nI have stood here be
EXTT7=fore inside the pouring rain\nWith the world turning circles runn
EXTT7=ing 'round my brain\nI guess I always thought that you could end 
EXTT7=this reign\nBut it's my destiny to be the king of pain\nThere's a 
EXTT7=fossile that's trapped in a high cliff wall\nThere's a dead salmo
EXTT7=n frozen in the waterfall\nThere's a blue whale beached by a spri
EXTT7=ngtides ebb\nThere's a butterfly trapped in the spider's web\nTher
EXTT7=e's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out\nThere's a blind ma
EXTT7=n looking for a shadow of doubt\nThere's a rich man sleeping on a
EXTT7= golden bed\nThere's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread\nThere
EXTT7='s a ref fox torn by a huntsman's pack\nThere's a black winged gu
EXTT7=ll with a broken back\nThere's a little black spot on the sun tod
EXTT7=ay\nIt's the same old thing as yesterday\nThat's my soul up there.
EXTT7=..\nI have stood here before inside the pouring rain\nWith the wor
EXTT7=ld turning circles running 'round my brain\nI guess I always thou
EXTT7=ght that you could end this reign\nBut it's my destiny to be the 
EXTT7=king of pain...\nI'll always be the king of pain...
EXTT8=(Words and Music by Sting)\n\nYou consider me a young apprentice\nC
EXTT8=aught between the Scylla and Charibdes\nHypnotized by you if I sh
EXTT8=ould linger\nStaring at the ring around your finger\nI have only c
EXTT8=ome here seeking knowledge\nThing they wouldn't teach me of in co
EXTT8=llege\nI can see the destiny you sold\nTurned into a shining band 
EXTT8=of gold\nI'll be wrapped around you finger\nMephistopheles is not 
EXTT8=your name\nBut I know what you're up to just the same\nI will list
EXTT8=en hard to your tuition\nAnd you will see it come to its fruition
EXTT8=\nI'll be wrapped around your finger\nDevil and the deep blue sea 
EXTT8=behind me\nVanish in the air you'll never find me\nI will turn you
EXTT8= face to alabaster\nThen you will find your servant is your maste
EXTT8=r\nAnd you'll be wrapped around my finger...
EXTT9=(Words and Music by Sting)\n\nMy sister and I\nHave this wish befor
EXTT9=e we die\nAnd it may sound strange\nAs if our minds are deranged\nP
EXTT9=lease don't ask us why\nBeaneath the sheltering sky\nWe have this 
EXTT9=strange obsession\nYou have the means in your possession\nWe want 
EXTT9=our tea in the Sahara with you\nWe want our tea in the Sahara wit
EXTT9=h you\nThe young man agreed\nHe would satisfy their need\nSo they d
EXTT9=anced for his pleasure\nWith a joy you could not measure\nThey wou
EXTT9=ld wait for him here\nThe same place every year\nBeaneath the shel
EXTT9=tering sky\nAcross the desert he would fly\nTea in the Sahara with
EXTT9= you\nTea in the Sahara with you\nThe sky turned to black\nWould he
EXTT9= ever come back\nThey would climb a high dune\nThey would pray to 
EXTT9=the moon\nBut he'd never return\nSo the sisters would burn\nAs thei
EXTT9=r eyes searched the land\nWith their cups full of sand\nTea in the
EXTT9= Sahara with you...
EXTT10=(Words by Sting and Music by Andy Summers)\n\nOnce that you've dec
EXTT10=ided on a killing\nFirst you make a stone of your heart\nAnd if yo
EXTT10=u find that your hands are still willing\nThen you can turn a mur
EXTT10=der into art\nThere really isn't any need for bloodshed\nYou just 
EXTT10=do it with a little more finesse\nIf you can slip a tablet into s
EXTT10=omeone's coffee\nThen it avoids an awful lot of mess\nIt's murder 
EXTT10=by numbers one two three\nIt's as easy to learn as ABC\nNow if you
EXTT10= have a taste for this experience\nAnd you're flushed with your v
EXTT10=ery first success\nThen you must try a twosome or a threesome\nAnd
EXTT10= you'll find your conscience bothers you much less\nBecause murde
EXTT10=r is like anything you take to\nIt's a habit-forming need for mor
EXTT10=e and more\nYou can bump off every member of your family\nAnd anyb
EXTT10=ody else you find a bore\nBecause it's murder by numbers one two 
EXTT10=three\nIt's as easy to learn as ABC\nNow you can join the ranks of
EXTT10= the illustrious\nIn history's great dark hall of fame\nAll our gr
EXTT10=eatests killers were industrious\nAt least the ones we all know b
EXTT10=y name\nBut you can reach the top of your profession\nIf you becom
EXTT10=e the leader of the land\nFor murder is the sport of the elected\n
EXTT10=And you don't need to left a finger of your hand
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