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1. Yes it's been hard, going a long time
and we're together even now. Why do you ask? Surely you know it! Isn't it clear just when and how. What can we tell you? At the beginning had no direction, any other way. After the fourth one, realisation, finding our road, the same as if today. 2. Well we all hear, everyone, no-one, not to not say, we like a lot. Want to be seen rock and roll music, Don't take us something that we're not. True it looks better, tide looks like turning, so all in all we feel we are alright. Yes we had troubles, much more than many, rather have none and do we think what's right. What are your plans for the future now? And can you say who does the writing then? How did you get -- who gave the name of the band? 3. Now that he's gone, turn off our faces, wait for the new man to arrive. Soon the same song, sung for the next one, saying our piece, though not alive. What can we tell you? At the beginning had no direction, any other way. After the fourth one, realisation, finding our road, the same as if today. Repeat of verse 2. |
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| 2. |
| 5:08 |
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1. Isn't it strange, oh it's funny,
working for years have no money, suddenly luck can smile on you and your life seems worth while to you. Chorus: Just how much can you spend, give it back in the end, and the time of your season, was no use, had no reason. 2. And you move, you go away and you can't come home not today. Spreading it out over the bad years, not for those men, they can't hear. Chorus: 3. Haven't had much in a long time, hoping that change is going to be mine. Don't want to go, I want to stay here, spreading it out over the bad years. Chorus: |
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| 4:59 |
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1. He sits and he thinks
about all he's done in life, I'm now an old man, what have I been in life? what did I do? Had no end to aspire to. 2. His dreams as a boy were of hope and intention of making his mark with his plans and invention, where did they go, how could he know how time goes. In my day had to have certain future, but now you can do as you like, all that I might have wanted, seeking what you're after, but not for me. Everything comes to those who wait, I thought everything may come to me made my way only as I was able. 3. He knows there's no more he can do, no romances, now bitten today for they have all his chances, all too late, no one waits how time goes by. Seeking what you're after, but not for me Have as my years drift by never for me. |
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1. Lock the door and go,
heads still in a daze, throw the key away, lost all count of days. Where's the float for the gas? How much left does he have? set the stage and so here's another show ask the band how they're feeling, never see them now dealing, in a way they never would we'll get our way, always could. 2. Sleep all day, there's another show today, find the map for the place, tell him where, just in case, set the stage and go, here's another show. 3. Stage is empty now always last to go. Where tomorrow? No, I don't want to know, all the scene is torn down, up again other town, set the stage and so, there's another show. Are we going out tonight? Find a friend and it's alright, leave the morning, moving so we can stage, another show. |
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1. She knows the streets
where she walks, never were paved with gold can't return, but won't dream till she's old. leaving it soon behind city so cold. 2. And everyday now so long, how could she have been so wrong. And as the morning comes, shadows on her fall upon, walking crowded the streets she looked on, packs her case and tomorrow she's gone. |
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See now, like cat then mouse, I move,
they move, the game hasn't an end. Good news soon, bad news then, I know the sound that says "nothing again". What then? The hours go past, my say is real, they say only pretend. Timing. Wait for that day, for my good. Timing. When I sell myself again. Do they all realise, the lion's share is always halfway. Wait for that day for my good. when I sell myself again. Timing. Wait for that day, for my good. Timing. When I sell myself again. See now, like cat then mouse, I move, they move, the game hasn't an end. Good news soon, bad news then, I know the sound that says "nothing again". What then? The hours go past, my say is real, they say only pretend. Timing. |
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| 6:58 |
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1. I lost my head, it was not easy,
unknown, unread, it wasn't easy, and each day, each night, wasn't wrong, nor right, I can't remember what I said I lost my head. 2. What will I feel maybe tomorrow, but time not real, hours I can borrow, so until for now, as long as how, I can't remember what I said I lost my head. (Part 2) 1. I lost my head, forget what I said, what's the use to try to deny it, I didn't think it would ever happen again, wondering why, once bitten, twice shy, never thought again would I try it, and even though maybe soon it would end, wanting to stop, but had to go on, give a little part of my person, and don't reflect, don't remember what I said, I was afraid and I stayed away making sure of my independence, isn't it true that I lost my head. Took my time and I didn't rush into anything, showed my face, just forgetting myself, I lost my head. 2. Everything's true, but everything lies, it's so hard to try to explain it, It doesn't matter it happened anyway, and for the time while someone is mine, I'll go on won't try to contain it, though never sure it could finish anyday, I lost my head, so glad that I made right or wrong, I made the decision to take my chances, give out something of me, how will I feel tomorrow? not real trying to avoid a collision, I lost my head, but today I can see. |
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