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Sick at heart and lonely
Deep in dark despair Thinking one thought only Where is she? Tell me, where? And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know that if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've gotta heart full of soul And I know that if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've gotta heart full of soul She's been gone such a long time Longer than I can bear But if she says she wants me Tell her I'll be there And if she says to you She don't love me Just give her my message Tell her of my plea And I know that if she had me back again Well I would never make her sad I've gotta heart full of soul |
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From the album: TRUTH
Album No. BN 26413 (EPIC) ---------- Shapes of things before my eyes, Just help me to despise. Will time make men more wise? Here, within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my brain. Will time make men more sane? Come tomorrow, will I be older? Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier, (Now listen) Come tomorrow, maybe I'm older than today. (Listen to this) Here within my lonely frame, My eyes just hurt my goddarn brain. Will time make men more sane? |
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E morena quem temperou?
Cigana quem temperou? O cheiro do cravo. E cigana quem temperou? Morena quem temperou? A cor de canela A lua morena A danca do vento O ventre da noite E o sol da manha A chuva cigana A danca dos rios O mel do cacao E o sol da manha The luna morena The sound of the woods The taste of the clove Cinnamon stone The rainy cigana The dance of the rivers The taste of the clove Cinnamon stone Fernando de Paula Junior |
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You're everywhere and nowhere, baby,
thats where you're at, Going down a bumpy hillside, In your hippy hat. Flying across the country And getting fat Saying everything is groovy When your tyres are flat (Chorus) And its hi - ho silver lining and away you go now baby I see your sun is shining But I won't make a fuss Though it's obvious. Flies are in your pea soup baby, They're waving at me Anything you want is yours now Only nothing's for free. Lies are gonna get you some day Just wait and see. So open up your beach umbrella While you're watching TV Chorus Instrumental. Chorus to fade. |
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Listen, you can rock me, rock me all night long
Keep on rockin' me baby, rock me all night long 'Cause you know what when you rock me My poor back, it ain't got a bone You can roll me Just like they roll the wagon wheel, way down in the country Keep on rollin' me baby, roll me all night long You know you can shake, rattle and roll me 'Til my back it ain't got a bone and I won't mind that Over here, keep on rollin' me baby Just roll me all night long, I won't mind it Keep on rollin' me baby, roll me all night long 'Cause you know what when you shake, rattle and roll me My ol' back it ain't got a bone, so will you do it Keep on rollin' me baby, rollin' me babe Any old way you choose it Keep on rollin' me, keep rollin' me honey Till my ol' back ain't got a bone, over then Rockin' me baby, rockin' me baby Rock me honey, rockin' me baby I don't mind which way that you, come on honey, keep on Rockin' me baby, rockin' me baby Keep on rockin' me baby You know you better keep on rockin' me all night long You can rock me baby, yeah yeah |
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