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Year of the Cat<br />Al Stewart & Peter Wood <br />On a morning from a Bogart movie<br />In a country where they turn back time<br />You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre<br />Contemplating a crime<br /><br />She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running<br />Like a watercolour in the rain<br />Don't bother asking for explanations<br />She'll just tell you that she came<br />In the year of the cat<br /><br />She doesn't give you time for questions<br />As she locks up your arm in hers<br />And you follow 'till your sense of which direction<br />Completely disappears<br /><br />By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls<br />There's a hidden door she leads you to<br />These days, she says, I feel my life<br />Just like a river running through<br />The year of the cat<br /><br />Well, she looks at you so cooly<br />And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea<br />She comes in incense and patchouli<br />So you take her, to find what's waiting inside<br />The year of the cat<br /><br />Well, morning comes and you're still with her<br />And the bus and the tourists are gone<br />And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket<br />So you have to stay on<br /><br />But the drum-beat strains of the night remain<br />In the rhythm of the new-born day<br />You know sometime you're bound to leave her<br />But for now you're going to stay<br />In the year of the cat
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Year of the Cat<br />Al Stewart & Peter Wood <br />On a morning from a Bogart movie<br />In a country where they turn back time<br />You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre<br />Contemplating a crime<br /><br />She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running<br />Like a watercolour in the rain<br />Don't bother asking for explanations<br />She'll just tell you that she came<br />In the year of the cat<br /><br />She doesn't give you time for questions<br />As she locks up your arm in hers<br />And you follow 'till your sense of which direction<br />Completely disappears<br /><br />By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls<br />There's a hidden door she leads you to<br />These days, she says, I feel my life<br />Just like a river running through<br />The year of the cat<br /><br />Well, she looks at you so cooly<br />And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea<br />She comes in incense and patchouli<br />So you take her, to find what's waiting inside<br />The year of the cat<br /><br />Well, morning comes and you're still with her<br />And the bus and the tourists are gone<br />And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket<br />So you have to stay on<br /><br />But the drum-beat strains of the night remain<br />In the rhythm of the new-born day<br />You know sometime you're bound to leave her<br />But for now you're going to stay<br />In the year of the cat
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