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Cut Some Rug - The bluetones.
(Expecting To Fly 1996) Seems like your always A million miles away. As far as i'm concerned Thats where you can stay (But all the time i'm reminded) Used to be a time We had a lot in common. But now as far as i can see You've got something coming. And all the time you're behind me, ..... And all the time you remind me CHORUS Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug, Salt upon a bubbling slug You Say "I can talk to you anytime But i just wanna cut some rug!" Turn yourself away and shrug, and say "I can talk... anytime!" It's easy living in a bubble. No Complication or trouble. But it's hard, to have responsibility, (And judging by you ... a personality!) .... And all the time you remind me. CHORUS Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug, Salt upon a bubbling slug You Say "I can talk to you anytime But i just wanna cut some rug!" Turn yourself away and shrug, and say "That I can talk...anytime!" .. And all the time you remind me... Of blitzreig and the doodle-bug, Salt upon a bubbling slug You Say "I can talk to you anytime But i just wanna cut some rug!" Turn yourself away and shrug, and say "I can talk to yer anytime!" .. "I can talk to you anytime But i just wanna cut some rug!" It's like blitzreig and the doodle-bug.. Salt upon a bubbling slug You Say, "I can talk to you anytime But i just wanna cut some rug!" Turn yourself away and shrug, and say "That I can talk......anytime ... anytime ..... anytime .......... anytime ....... anytime ... |
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If...
by Bluetones If you Get out Before September Remember That I'm Still inside But I'm dry I'm dry And you When you try To make a difference You're so different And then I Try And just die I die You know That I need You more than I want ya But I want ya For all time So I I guess on the line It's all that I can do To sing these stupid songs to you I give up half my time Just trying to think up words that rhyme I ain't getting any younger But you wouldn't know So it's on With the show Sometimes A smoke A drink and a ponder Can work wonders When you're down Takes your frown Turns it 'round Around And you When you try To make a difference You're no different Than when I Try And just die I die ...and now That your day- Dream is forgotten And forgiven And the world Has been saved Be brave It's all that I can do To sing these stupid songs to you I give up half my time Just trying to think up words that rhyme I ain't getting any younger But you wouldn't know Cos I walk In shadow And I never ever Really show my face But I'm only ever seen In the right place |
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Keep The Home Fires Burning - Bluetones
Can I stay at your house? I’ll sleep on the floor My home is a war-zone, I’ve no stomach for more You can’t hold a candle to what I saw today More than I can handle, so I’m running away Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me And I am welcome no more It’s the harrowing story of one man’s mistakes And the names have been left out for the innocents’ sake That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings neglected to mention who would save us from him And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me It’s like the third degree And I am welcome no more Now I’ve no one to turn to I guess I’m at my wits end I’m beginning to learn who are really my friends And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me And I am welcome no more Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me It’s like the third degree And I am welcome no more |
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Keep The Home Fires Burning - Bluetones
Can I stay at your house? I’ll sleep on the floor My home is a war-zone, I’ve no stomach for more You can’t hold a candle to what I saw today More than I can handle, so I’m running away Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me And I am welcome no more It’s the harrowing story of one man’s mistakes And the names have been left out for the innocents’ sake That man who would save us from the hurt the world brings neglected to mention who would save us from him And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me It’s like the third degree And I am welcome no more Now I’ve no one to turn to I guess I’m at my wits end I’m beginning to learn who are really my friends And those home fires burn, scorching a hole through me And I am welcome no more Home fires burn, scorching a hole through me It’s like the third degree And I am welcome no more |
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