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| 4:08 | ||||
2. |
| 4:02 | ||||
3. |
| 3:36 | ||||
4. |
| 3:57 | ||||
5. |
| 3:46 | ||||
6. |
| 4:24 | ||||
7. |
| 5:11 | ||||
Telephone calls Apartment A is at it again Paper thin walls she's been sleeping around with other men and other women but right about now her head is swimming he's breakin' up the furniture screamin' and a yellin' about to beat the hell outta her Television ringin' in my ear I've been thinkin' Haven't had a break in 20 years I've been drinkin' Telephone calls insanity is just another ring away I get the paper take a look at it every single day Another episode another life flushed down the camode(spelling?) We're all carrying such a heavy load I get no slack it's breakin' my back Television ringin' in my ear, I've been drinkin' Haven't had a break in 20 years I've been thinkin' get me out of here.. 'til the coast is clear Television ringin'in my ear, I've been thinkin' Haven't had a break in 20 years I keep drinkin' Television ringin' in my ear, I keep drinkin' liquor, wine, and beer I've been thinkin' get me out of here I've been thinkin'.. |
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8. |
| 3:46 | ||||
9. |
| 4:46 | ||||
10. |
| 3:36 | ||||
I love you... My love I wish there was another way To say the thing I want to say And not to have to say : I love you Another way to make a start To tell you what is in my heart And how my every thoughts is of you To find a phrase that says as well The secret that I long to tell I've scanned the dictionary's pages But back to 'I love you' I'll go Eight little letters in a row That men have spoken through the ages I love you We say it in the songs we sing We're read it in the things of spring Or as the PS of a letter A little cliche, quickly said Familiar as our daily bread Yet nothing seems to say it better I might have said a hundred things My phrases might have taken wings Free the world or region hold and clever But every time I seem to stall Or three small words to say it all Three little words that spell : forever I'll shout it from the highest roof I'll carve it in the trunks of trees I'll tell the whispering breeze about you I cannot hide it anymore I cannot say it any less I might as well confess : I love you I love you... My love |
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11. |
| 1:06 | ||||
12. |
| 3:34 | ||||
13. |
| 2:32 | ||||