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we're really missing you we're really missing you and you've only just gone oh when you punch and fell and you felt embarrass my heart goes out to you so i offered love but it was not required oh what else can i do ? what else can i do ? we're really missing you we're really missing you and you've only just gone so Sunny send at least one thoughtful letter my heart goes out to you tell us things are so much better my heart it left with you what else can i do ? they're not forgiving you and you're not even gone oh with your jean belt wrapped around your arm oh Sunny, my heart goes out to you and with the needle pressed on your tight skin oh Sunny, i cry when i see where it's taken you i'm here i won't move i'm here i won't move i'm here i will not move |
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I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel Where the men and the women Are acquainted quite well And the drunkards keep on drinking And oh, my room is cold I'm disputing the bill I will sleep in my clothes And you, my invalid friend You slam the receiver when you say "If I had your limbs for a day I would steam away" I'm calling you from the foyer Of this awful hotel Where the slime and the grime Gel And I cannot - or, I do not And oh, my room is cold And I'm envying you never having to choose And you, my invalid friend You slam the receiver when you say "If I had your limbs for a day I would steam away" I'm calling you from the foyer Of the Sands Hotel It's not low-life, it's just people Having a good time And oh, my invalid friend Oh, my invalid friend In our different ways we are The same |
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I was dancing when I was twelve
I was dancing when I was twelve I was dancing when I was old I was dancing when I was old I danced myself out of the womb I danced myself out of the womb Is it strange to dance so soon? Is it strange to dance so soon? Is it to want to understand The fear that dwells inside a man? What's it like to be alone? I liken it to a balloon I'll dance myself into the tomb I'll dance myself into the tomb Is it strange to dance so soon? Is it strange to dance so soon? Is it wrong to understand The fear that dwells inside a man? What's it like to be alone? I liken it to a balloon |
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Nine times fined
Never mind Things can only improve We are just stood here Waiting for the next great wound And we just can't wait to make more mistakes And to fluff our breaks And to stuff our faces with cake All in all, imagine this: Nobody loves us Dab-hands at Trouble With four days of stubble, we are Never loosen the grip on our hand Call us home Kiss our cheeks Nobody loves us So we ... oh, we tend to please ourselves People think all we do Is lie around and think of how Rich we'd be if we didn't think Life could improve And we just can't wait to make more mistakes And we just can't wait Till the whole thing blows up in our face Call us home Kiss our cheeks Nobody loves us Dab-hands at Trouble With four days of stubble, we are So, never loosen the grip on our hand Call us home Make our tea Nobody loves us So we ... oh, we tend to please ourselves Call us home Tuck us in Nobody wants us Dreamers and schemers All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand Whack us, then Hug us hard Nobody loves us So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess And complete distress won't make much difference to us Sing us our Favourite song Nobody loves us Born-again atheists Practising troublemakers Make us our Favourite jam Nobody loves us Useless and shiftless And jobless But we're all yours |
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All over this town
Yes, a low wind may blow And I can see through everybo... With no reason To hide these words I feel And no reason To talk about the books I read But still I do That's 'cause I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town Along this way Outside the prison gates I love the romance of crime And I wonder Does anybody feel the way I do ? And is evil just something you are Or something you do ? Sister I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town All over this town They pull over In their Citroen vans Not to shake your hand With meths on their breaths And you with youth on your side A plastic bag stranded at the lights This once was me ... But now I'm a ... Sister I'm a ... All over this town ... Oh, oh, oh All over this town All over this town Oh ... I still cannot speak French ... I am very lazy |
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Black-eyed Susan
You make us nervous Because we're very aware that you do not care Oh, Black-eyed Susan What don't you believe in? "No is always easier than Yes" Whoo ! Black-eyed Susan You must insist : You are a born-again atheist, oh Oh, heavy-rings on Bitten fingers Black-eyed Susan sometimes Shakes to break So, watch it Oh... Black-eyed Susan Rest and do nothing 'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well Aah... Black-eyed Susan Rest and do nothing 'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well Aah... Black-eyed Susan Rest and do nothing 'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well Aah... Black-eyed Susan Please remember We were the first We were the first Oh... |
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Michael's bones
Lay where he fell Face down on a sports ground Oh... He was just somebody's luckless son Oh, but now look what he's done Oh, look what he's done Your gentle hands are frozen And your unkissed lips are blue Your thinning clothes are hopeless And no one was mad about you Michael's bones Were very young But they were never to know Oh... Impetuous fun Mr. Policeman I don't know where you get such notions from His gentle hands are frozen And his unkissed lips are blue But his eyes still cry And now you've turned the last bend And see - are we all judged the same at the end? Tell me, tell me Oh, you lucky thing You are too brave And I'm ashamed of myself As usual Oh... |
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Again
I lay awake And I cried because of waste I'd love to (But only with you Only with you) Oh, time is gonna wipe us out There, I've said it loud and clear So that you will hear There's no one in view Just you Just you And time will never wipe you out Now I've had enough I've had more than could be My rightful share Of nights I can't bear How can it be fair ? Time must wipe them out So, again, I lay awake In a trance Oh, I just want my chance But only with you Only with you That's all That's all Aah... |
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you don't know a thing about their lives they live where you wouldn't dare to drive you shake as you think of how they sleep but you write as if you all lie side by side reader - meet author, with the ope of hearing sense but you may be feeling let-down by the words of defence he says "no one ever sees me when i cry" you don't know a thing about their lives books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives but if a fight broke out here tonight you'd be the first away because you're that type and the year 2000 won't change anyone here as each fabled promise flies so fast you'll swear it was never there have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life? so safely with your software miles from the front line you hear the way the sad voice sings and you start to imagine things oh any excuse to write more lies |
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Pashernate love
In any form Whether real or a dream Pashernate love Could make your system erupt Into wild blisters and boils Oh, as for me It still doesn't understand me It wouldn't lay one single finger on me Pashernate love Could make your Grandmother zoom Roller-skating back from the grave Pashernate love Could make your old Daddy feel Like he may have a reason to live Oh, as for me It still doesn't understand me And it wouldn't lay one single finger on me I'm always there It's always elsewhere Whoah, Pashernate love Oh, where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? Where are you? |
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How many times have I been around?
Recycled papers paving the ground Well, she lives for the written word And people come second, or possibly third And there is no style, but I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong But deep in my heart, I know I am not And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain Without my contribution So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Page after page of sniping rage An English singe or an American tinge "There's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year" (It's never in this year) I do think this, but I can't admit it To the girl least likely to So one more song with no technique One more song which seems all wrong... And oh, the news is bad again See me as I am again And the scales of justice sway one way In the rooms of those least likely to Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong But the moods and the styles too frequently change From twenty one to twenty five, from twenty five to twenty nine And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done" To the girl least likely to Oh, one more song about The Queen Or standing around the shops with thieves "But somebody's got to make it!" she screams "So why why can't it be me?" But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart Which is hurt So how many times will I shed a tear? And another stage of verse to cheer When you shine in the public eye, my dear Please remember these nights When I sit and support with a dutiful smile Because there's nothing I can say So chucking, churning, and turning the knife On everything (except their own life) And a clock somewhere strikes midnight And an explanation - it drains me If only there could be a way There is a different mood all over the world A different youth, unfamiliar views And dearest, it could all be for you So will you come down and I'll meet you? And with no more poems, with nothing to hear Oh darling, it's all for you... Darling, it's all for you... Oh darling, it's all for you... Oh darling, it's all for you... |
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oh you look so tired mouth slack and wide ill-housed and ill advised your face is as mean as your life has been crash into my arms I WANT YOU you don't agree - but you don't refuse i know you and i know a place where no one is likely to pass oh you don't care if its late oh you don't care if you're lost and oh you look so tired (but tonight you presumed too much) and if it's the last thing i'm going to do I'M GOING TO GET YOU crash into my arms I WANT YOU you don't agree - but you don't refuse i know you no one knows a thing about my life i can come and go as i please if i want to i can stay if i want to i can leave nobody knows me nobody knows me |
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I'm standing in the dock
With my innocent hand on my heart I've changed my plea I've changed my plea to guilty Because freedom is wasted on me See how your rules spoil the game Outside there is a pain Emotional air raids exhausted my heart And it's safer to be inside So, I'm changing my plea And no one can dissuade me Because freedom was wasted on me See how your rules spoil the game Something I have learned If there is one thing in life I've observed It's that everybody's got somebody Ooh no, not me So I've changed my plea to guilty And reason and freedom is a waste It's a lot like life |
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He's just too good-natured and He's got too much money and He's got too many girlfriends I'm jealous, that's all Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing He's got many girlfriends He thinks he owns this city He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Have you seen him go, though, oh ? Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing He thinks he got the whole world in his hands Stood at the urinal He thinks he got the whole world in his hands And I'm gonna ... kill him ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh, no ! Oh .... Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing He's just too good-looking He's just too good-looking He's just too good-looking, and And, and ... Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing Boy racer Boy racer, oh We're gonna kill this pretty thing |
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losing in front of your home crowd you wish the ground would open up and take you down and will time never pass? will time never pass, for us? your weary wife is walking away your nephew is true, well he thinks the world of you and i have to close my eyes losing in front of your home town the crowd call your name they love, all the same the sound, the smell and the spray you will take them all away and they'll stay 'til the grave losing in your home town hell is the bell that will not ring again but you will return one day because of all the things that you see when your eyes close |
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