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Ambulance
I ain't got Nothing to be scared of, No I ain't got Nothing to be scared of No I ain't got Anything to be scared of 'Cos I love you I was born out of love It's the only way to come into this world I know I'm not all there But I'm getting, getting, getting there If you let me live my life I'll stay with you to the end And I know, lord I'm nearly there I want to tell you this I ain't got Nothing to be scared of, no No I ain't got Nothing to be scared of, no No I ain't got Anything to be scared Cause I love you I ain't got Nothing to be scared of No ain't got Nothing to be scared of (x2) |
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| 3:52 |
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Where's the love song?
To set us free Too many people down Everything turning the wrong way around And I don't know what love will be But if we start dreaming now Lord knows we'll never leave the clouds [CHORUS:] And you've been so busy lately that you haven't found the time To open up your mind And watch the world spinning gently out of time Feel the sunshine on your face It's in a computer now Gone are the future, way out in space [REPEAT CHORUS] (x2) Tell me I'm not dreaming but are we out of time? (We're) out of time Out of time (x4) |
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| 3:15 |
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Crazy Beat
Crazy beat crazy beat yeah yeah (x4) You got to get it together You're shooting at me You're just a teenage industry Why are the C.I.A. having fun They think you're clever 'cos you've blown up your lungs But I love to hear that crazy beat (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Gets the people dancing on their feet (yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah) And I love to hear the paradise I love my brothers on a Saturday night yeah Crazy beat crazy beat yeah yea (repeat) Break up I'm on my mobile and I'm talking to the president I got to get him for the money I've spent Trying to get him to party with me And even offered him ecstasy But I love to hear that crazy beat (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Gets the people dancing on their feet (yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah) And I love to hear the paradise I love my sister and I love her tonight Crazy beat crazy beat yeah yea (x4) Break up...It's a beat But I love to hear that crazy beat (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Gets the people dancing on their feet (yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah) And I love to hear the paradise I love my brothers on a Saturday night But I love to hear that crazy beat (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) Gets the people dancing on their feet (yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah) And I love to hear the paradise I love that feeling and I love her tonight Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah (x4) |
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| 3:09 |
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Good Song
Waiting, I got no town to hide in The country's got a hold of my soul TV's dead and there ain't no war in my head And you seem very beautiful to me Sleeping but my works not done I could be lying on an atom bomb I'll take care Cause I know you'll be there You seem very beautiful to me It is the rest of your life keeps a rolling and rolling Picture in my pocket looks like you It is the rest of your life keeps a rolling, rolling, rolling along |
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| 3:48 |
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On The Way To The Club
On my way to the club I fell down a hole All the people there Said you come alone And I, I just want to be, darling with you The music's made that way My eyes aren't blue There's nothing I can do So I stayed in the club Just rewarding myself Happiness could turn into something else And I just wanna be, darling with you The music's made that way My eyes aren't blue, there's nothing I can do |
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| 3:47 |
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Brothers and sisters
Rebuild your lives Were all drug takers Give us something tonight Cotton in academy Jelly, maize to Marjory White doves, from the war machine Everybody moving Cocaine, is for murderers Codeine, for the juror-ors Caffeine, made for all of us Everybody on it Records it that time again egg shapes expect from eminem burning on the yard again Smoking makes you holy Texting abbreviates the brain Aspirin, takes away the pain Welcome, everyone's the same Thats the way it is Brothers and sisters Rebuild your lives Were all drug takers Give us something tonight A hit though like a chloroform Sugar on the table Washed out, like a dinosaur Really dont believe it Sticky, sniffing superglue Sulphates, keeps you in the zoo Monkeys turning into you Everybody horny Absinthe... Tempo stop the cannonball Peanuts appears to make you walk Broken stops you screaming Living for anxiety Drinking is our society Guessing an intirity That's the way it is |
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| 4:36 |
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Caravan
Caravan is lost In the sun and the dust No-one loves you When you are lost Yeah I've been a clown Trying to pull my whole world down I thought I was strong But you are the one And when it comes, you'll feel the weight of it The weight of it And the day and you'll get away from it, Away from it Sometimes everything is easy Sometimes everything is easy La la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la I try to quit But my heart won't buy it I got family The caravan comes back for me And when it comes you'll feel the weight of it, The weight of it And the day, and you'll get away from it Away from it Sometimes everything is easy Sometimes everything is easy La la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la (repeat) |
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| 1:02 |
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we've got a file on you
we've got a file on you we've got a file on you we've got a on you we've got a file on you we've got a file on you we've got a file on you we got a on you |
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| 9. |
| 3:03 |
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Moroccan Peoples Revolutionary Bowls Club
The trees are spinning oxygen They're the rockets we should fear If we go and let them off then we will disappear Then we will disappear, surely we will disappear The road is hot and dusty The desert needs a beer But if we go and blow it up then we will disappear Then we will disappear, surely we will disappear If we go and blow it up then we will disappear We will disappear surely We will disappear (x4) We will disappear |
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| 4:01 |
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Sweet Song
What am I to do Someone here is really not happy Put myself on a line It seems I never got through to you So I wean myself off slowly I'm a darkened soul My streets all pop music and gold Our lives are on TV You switch off and try to sleep People get so lonely I believe I believe I believe Everything's out to sea I believe I believe I believe I believe That is the way it should be I hope you feel the same Everyone is dying Stop crying now here comes the sun I didn't mean to hurt you no no no It takes time to see what you have done So I wean myself off slowly I believe I believe I believe Love is the only one I deceive I deceive I deceive I deceive Cos' I'm not that strong Hope you feel the same And now it seems that we're falling apart But I hope I see the good in you come back again I just believed in you |
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| 6:25 |
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Jets
Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets at sunset Jets are like comets Jets are like comets |
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| 12. |
| 3:49 |
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Gene By Gene
I got a brain in left hand drive I don't asleep other side I ride a bullet like I'm Steve McQueen Each town I intervene A gram of keef and the barn is jumping It's alright we got time Got a radio hit in mind Can't see am I blind Every night and day In the U.S.A....I delete myself Got to know you gene by gene You're my jellybean Get out the shower And I'm force 15 I'm dead I'm clean Fatboy and the barn is jumping It's alright it's just tight Got to get into a better business Deep down happiness |
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| 13. |
| 3:20 |
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Battery In Your Leg
This is a ballad for the good times So put a battery in your leg Put a rock beat over anything Get it stuck there in your head You can be with me I got nothing to rely on I've broken every bone Everybody's stop believing But you know you're not alone You can be with me This is a ballad for the good times And all the dignity we had Don't get het up on the evil things You ain't coming back You can be with me If you want to be You can be with me... |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2003-05-30
Subject : Blur - Think Tank (EMI,2003)
