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from Rosanne Cash - Seven Year Ache (1984)
Blue moon out my window, guess this means goodnight
And you come in and start right in not treating me right Misery's a ball and all its company I'll play the victim for you honey, but not for free I run into that heartache just like a wall And act like nothing happened to me, nothing at all Lately I'm amazed at how blind we can be Lately even dreaming feels like old reality What would I give to be a diamond in your eyes again What would I give to bring back those old times What did I say to make your cold heart bleed this way Maybe I'll just go away today I don't care who's waiting at my front door You know that life don't hold no glamour anymore Oh, how can it all look so right and feel so wrong I'll play the victim for you honey but not for long What would I give to be a diamond in your eyes again What would I give to bring back those old times What did I say to make your past turn up this way Maybe I'll just go away today Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away to stay Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away |
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Baby can't wait baby gotta go
Gotta do a number on the late night show Do a little song do a little dance Wanna make the best of her big chance. Don't really matter if she don't or if she do Tryin' to make the best of the hometown blues. I got a friend got a little girl Said she's the best in the whole wide world Said it so good said its unreal Might not last but it's no big deal. Don't really matter if she don't or if she do Tryin' to make the best of the hometown blues. Baby, save me, save me, save me With your sweet smile Honey, I really need your love To help me kill a little bit o time. All of the girls run with the crowd They go wild when the lights go down They got a little money live in a dream Wanna be the queen of their little scene. Don't really matter if she don't or if she do Tryin' to make the best of the hometown blues. Baby, save me, save me, save me With your sweet smile Honey, I really need your love To help me kill a little bit o time. All of the girls run with the crowd They go wild when the lights go down They got a little money live in a dream Wanna be the queen of their little scene. Don't really matter if she don't or if she do Tryin' to make the best of the hometown blues. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
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from Rosanne Cash - Seven Year Ache (1984)
I'm on your new wave length
I know what you must think I've never felt like this I can't resist, Knowing love like this I can't resist In from the outside at last I've lived alone in your past I've known no love like this I can't resist, Knowing love like this I cant resist (I love the way you cast your spell) I can't resist (No other ever looked so good) I can't resist (The tender way you show your charm) I can't resist This heart no longer my own Without no neutral zone Within your sweet caress I cant resist, Knowing love like this I can't resist,knowing love like this I can't resist |
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from Rosanne Cash - Seven Year Ache (1984)
It's three a.m. in the morning
The train whistle is blowin' It sounds like some lonesome song got in my soul In my soul My baby spent the bank and he won't be back no more My baby thinks he's a train He makes his whistle stop, then he's gone again Sometimes it's hard on a poor girl's brain A poor girl's brain I'm tellin' you, boys, my baby thinks he's a train Locomotion's the way he moves He drags me 'round just like an old caboose I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane My baby thinks he's a train Choo, choo rages on, train sound It's the noise that you hear when my baby hits town With his long hair flyin', man, he's hard to take What you s'posed to do when your baby thinks he's a train? He eats money like a train eats coal He burns it up and leaves you in the smoke If you wanna catch a ride, you wait 'til he unwinds He's just like a train, he always gives some tramp a ride Locomotion's the way he moves He drags me 'round just like an old caboose I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane My baby thinks he's a train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Seven Year Ache (1984)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - Seven Year Ache (1984)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
If you change your mind
And leave the past behind You know where you'll always find me And if she breaks your heart And tears your world apart You can always count on me And when your heart's in doubt And things aren't working out I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind When the time is right I can hold you tight You know I can wait forever And time is on our side And we can surely find All the love we'll ever need And take a chance on this Seal it with a kiss I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind All I have is love to give you Baby, I could be there with you If you ever change your mind Call me on the telephone Darling, I am always home If you ever change your mind |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
If you change your mind
And leave the past behind You know where you'll always find me And if she breaks your heart And tears your world apart You can always count on me And when your heart's in doubt And things aren't working out I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind When the time is right I can hold you tight You know I can wait forever And time is on our side And we can surely find All the love we'll ever need And take a chance on this Seal it with a kiss I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind All I have is love to give you Baby, I could be there with you If you ever change your mind Call me on the telephone Darling, I am always home If you ever change your mind |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Cash Roseanne
King's record shop Rosie strike back He's a bruiser, he likes to tease you He's a loser, you think he needs you You always come back, you always come back for more He winds up tight, out all night Been drinkin' down he's looking for a fight He knocks you down; you don't even know what for [Chorus] Rosie strike back Rosie strike back Hit the road and never look back You can't suffer your whole life living like that Get goin', don't pack Take the baby and the clothes on your back Keep walking Rosie Strike back You think he's changin', weeks pass He's angry, lies coiled like a snake in the grass The time will come when he takes it all out on you He throws punches, you bear with him Don't take it on you, Rosie, don't be his victim You can't carry the blame for what he's puttin' you through [Chorus] Don't take his world on your shoulder Don't let your heart grow much colder There's people out there who can help you If you let them help you Hey, Rosie Keep walking, Rosie [Chorus] |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Cash Roseanne
King's record shop Rosie strike back He's a bruiser, he likes to tease you He's a loser, you think he needs you You always come back, you always come back for more He winds up tight, out all night Been drinkin' down he's looking for a fight He knocks you down; you don't even know what for [Chorus] Rosie strike back Rosie strike back Hit the road and never look back You can't suffer your whole life living like that Get goin', don't pack Take the baby and the clothes on your back Keep walking Rosie Strike back You think he's changin', weeks pass He's angry, lies coiled like a snake in the grass The time will come when he takes it all out on you He throws punches, you bear with him Don't take it on you, Rosie, don't be his victim You can't carry the blame for what he's puttin' you through [Chorus] Don't take his world on your shoulder Don't let your heart grow much colder There's people out there who can help you If you let them help you Hey, Rosie Keep walking, Rosie [Chorus] |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I don't know what you feel no more when you look in my eyes
I know I'm the same girl who walked out that door, But I'm brand new inside, Maybe what I'm sayin' ain't true after all, I take it a minute at a time, Maybe all I want is to hold you right now with no compromise, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad The numbness overcomes me now like alcohol and fear, And I want to crawl inside you, baby, but I don't want you near, A woman's her own mystery, not a shadow of her man, But I'm not a queen inside a mirror no more, I'm not a guard to hold hand, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad Well, I've got no answers now, And I don't expect them of you Thank God for second chances, baby, Cause there's something I can give to you, And it's the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
I don't know what you feel no more when you look in my eyes
I know I'm the same girl who walked out that door, But I'm brand new inside, Maybe what I'm sayin' ain't true after all, I take it a minute at a time, Maybe all I want is to hold you right now with no compromise, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad The numbness overcomes me now like alcohol and fear, And I want to crawl inside you, baby, but I don't want you near, A woman's her own mystery, not a shadow of her man, But I'm not a queen inside a mirror no more, I'm not a guard to hold hand, This is the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad Well, I've got no answers now, And I don't expect them of you Thank God for second chances, baby, Cause there's something I can give to you, And it's the real me, breakin' down at last, Hey, it's the real me, crawlin' out of my past, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad, Baby, the real me, wants the real you, so bad ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Rosanne Cash - King's Record Shop (1987)
Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
In the middle of my life
When my fate was sealed and tied The heavens rain down fire The earth and moon conspire To open up my eyes Make me face my lies I crawl through an abyss I struggle and resist Somehow I break free Someone becomes me And when I stand upright I'm filled with a new light I'm given one more chance So I change partners In this new dance The moon stays on a course No mortal will force The courage to go deep Is gathered while we sleep I'm purified by fire Renewed by my desire Nothings left to chance So I change partners In this new dance I change partners In this new dance I'll change partners |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
We are awakened, restored, and renewed
The bonds of desire have led me to you The heat of the questions that linger and stir Is the fire that enfolds us, a place to be cured Salvation and rescue And the one thing of which I am sure [Chorus:] Your hand on my heart And its beating in time To the sound of your voice And the look in your eyes The moment you touch me All down inside Is the fire of the newly alive The passion of old is a children's quick game Now it's the sound of the thunder And feel of the flames You leave me a message so deep in my skin Where you stop is where I begin You are the reason, the time and the face I am dissolving in oceans of grace I'd give up a lifetime to keep you from harm Be your salvation and rescue And burn bridges to lie in your arms |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I don't have to carry this load alone
Someday I'll stop crying, and it won't be long My eyes to the distance, baby My hands on the wheel And I'm gonna rise from the ashes That's how I feel, I feel I'm gonna rise from the ashes I feel inspiration when all may be lost I claim resurrection no matter the cost My moment of waking, darlin' Is so close at hand And I'm gonna rise from the ashes I know I can, I can I'm gonna rise from the ashes Just give me one more moment Just give me one more night I'll be alright You know I will I will I hold onto faith inside my fear I know someone hears me when no one is near My heart is my compass My soul is my guide And I'm gonna rise from the ashes Be alive, so alive I'm gonna rise from the ashes |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I walk through the wind, the snow and the rain
And no one is there when I fall The sound of my heartbeat Is all I have left But you know once I had it all The prayers of a fool are spoken in haste And I'm just the one who would know But I'm sending signals 'Cause I'm falling deeper Than I though I could go If there's a God on my side Why don't she show me her face If there's a God on my side Could she live in this place? If there's a God on my side Is she inside these walls? If there's a God on my side Why don't she show me her face? If there's a God on my side Could she live in this place? If there's a God on my side Is she inside these walls? If there's a God on my side Could she not hear me call? And I keep on calling Oh I keep on calling |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I throw your roses in the fire
To make the flames a little higher I watch your roses turn to dust I know no man that I can trust I throw your roses in the fire 'Cause I burn with pity and desire I'll be your vision dressed in black Who won't be back Another woman's on the telephone Pick it up Tell her you're home I see your face turn into broken glass Talking slow Thinking fast I throw your roses in the fire No one could say I didn't try I watch your roses fall like tears I've crawled this path for all these years I throw your roses in the fire To burn away the old desire We were a desperate pair of souls So let me go Another woman has her point of view Let her talk Now that we're through I see your face retreat behind the glass Oh I'll kill you if we can't be friends I'll bleed like diamonds running Through your hands I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget And I won't leave this world until you relent I throw your roses on the fire To burn away the old desire I watch your roses turn to dust I know no man that I can trust I throw your roses in the fire To make the flames a little higher I'll be your vision dressed in black Who won't be back I won't be back I won't be back |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
The world keeps getting smaller
'til it closes 'round my room and everything I feel now is hard and fast and true My window is a spotlight on the madness down below it takes a silent figure to make this place a home Now the candles burn all night without |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I'll send the angels to watch
Over you tonight And you send them right back To me A lonely road is a bodyguard If we really want it to be There's a fascination behind Every window But I know you really care for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free No one sees behind the mask No one knows I'm sinking fast But soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free Love is just a lunar slave It's tied to the ebb and flow Generations get glued to the waves Just to see which way they'll go There's a desperation on wild street corners But I think you're just waiting for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free No one sees behind the door But everyday it's one step forward And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free All those nights I laid with my eyes closed But not sleeping at all Those nights I thought I knew which way the wind blows But now its blowing me back to you And the wind speaks French too No one sees and no one knows But every day I'm letting go And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris Soon we'll we sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
It's the ghost of a dream
That awakens me in the night When no ones around But I don't hear the sound Of those tears falling down And its the breath of a kiss And so much tenderness That drives my knees to the ground But we don't hear the sound Of those tears falling down There's a river that won't forget And a wind that gives us breath But in the cradle of our fears We sleep without tears And it's your eyes close to mine That lets in the light That shows me where love can be found But I don't hear the sound Of those tears falling down |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I know the truth about you babe
Know the stories you tell I can feel your heart locked up inside you Swear I know you so well When the wind blows out across the water and we stand here in this light all our secrets fall like raindrops between us and i know the truth tonight know the truth about you babe i can feel it through your hands i can touch it when i'm sleeping i can love it when you can if our ships sail on to distant places and our memories burn and fade i might say i loved a man just like you and i know the truth today i know the truth bout you babe where you fall and where you stand where your walls still come between us where you take it like a man |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
How long was I asleep?
When did we plan to meet? Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black? Do you still want me back? I'll pick it all up piece by piece. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I am a river with a voice. I came into your life by choice. And none can judge just how that feels. You are a messenger from God. You are the angel I forgot. And who's to say that it isn't real? And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I'm not looking for the answers. Oh, darling don't you see That just to know the question Is good enough for me. Take up the hearts you came to heal. Put down your dagger and your shield. You need fear nothing now from me. I see the essence of the man. I stand before you as a friend. The truth moves through us even when we sleep. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - The Wheel (1993)
I'm staying in your house
I'm sleeping in your bed I'm walking through your dreams I'm dancing through your head I'm calling from the streets I'm crying like the wind 'Cause you are there And I am here And you won't let me in We'll I'm changing like a girl On the threshold of her life In love with the whole world But staring down each night You're everything I need A love I can't defend [Chorus] But you are there And I am here And you won't let me in No time for kisses No time to laugh No way that I can see To crawl out of our past Well I'm falling to my knees But I'm flying like a bird I follow where you lead I hang on every word I can't control the wind I don't care who you've been I keep callin' |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
I think, I understand
The reason you won't stay with me You think a ring upon your hand Will solve your insecurity So go ahead and play your games If that's what you must do Nothing here remains the same But the way I feel for you I can watch you walk away And I know that I'll get by And I know just what to say But honey, I can't tell a lie Figure out what you must do Because you think you're so damn clever You can marry anytime you want But a lover is forever I can watch you walk away And I know that I'll get by And I know just what to say But honey, I can't tell a lie Figure out what you must do Because you think you're so damn clever You can marry anytime you want But a lover is forever You can marry anytime you want But a lover is forever ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By KNOBLOCH, FRED/STEVE GOODMAN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
Someone was 'round here asking questions
About somebody who looks like you I said I don't know where you are Sounded like he was gonna be back someday So I told her where you are She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time Got to find the brightness in the soul Not look outside to find out where we are Oh, you won't be satisfied, yeah Until you make possessions of the stars She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time Someone was 'round here asking questions About somebody who looks like you I said I don't know where you are She said she was gonna be back someday So I told her where you are She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night
Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night I sit and count the tears I have counted everyday since you've been away It seems like a thousand years And at na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night I sit and count the tears And I have counted all your lies, all your alibis Now, I'm a girl, believes just what she hears And at na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night I sit and count the tears He's gone and found somebody new She may be happy now but soon She'll be counting everyday that he's been away And it will seem like a thousand years And at na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night She'll sit and count the tears She'll sit and count the tears She'll sit and count the tears Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night Na, na, na, na, na, na, late at night |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
When I wake up early in the morning
Lift my head, I'm still yawning When I'm in the middle of a dream Stay in bed, float upstream Please don't wake me No don't shake me Leave me where I am I'm only sleeping Everybody seems to think I'm lazy I don't mind, I think they're crazy Running everywhere at such a speed Till they find, there's no need Please don't spoil my day I'm miles away And after all I'm only sleeping Keeping an eye on the world going by my window Taking my time Lying there and staring at the ceiling Waiting for a sleepy feeling Please don't spoil my day I'm miles away And after all I'm only sleeping Keeping an eye on the world going by my window Taking my time When I wake up early in the morning Lift my head, I'm still yawning When I'm in the middle of a dream Stay in bed, float upstream Please don't wake me No don't shake me Leave me where I am I'm only sleeping ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By LENNON, JOHN WINSTON / MCCARTNEY, PAUL JAMES <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
It Hasn't Happened Yet
Rosanne Cash You said that I would be sorry If you went away You said I wouldn't be happy Without hell to pay You said the teardrops would fall Between the bedroom walls You said that I would regret But it hasn't happened yet Your friends come over and offer To take me to eat They seem so sorry I'm sufferin' So much misery They say to just give a call Next time that I start to crawl I always say yeah you bet But it hasn't happened yet I don't have anyone I'm havin' fun Nobody's into me No one's a mystery I see you on the street My heart don't miss a beat Love and hostility Don't mean a thing to me I find it hard to remember The good times we had Call me insensitive Now that it's over, I'm glad You said when big shadows fell It would be too hard to tell My life from your silhouette But it hasn't happened yet Don't hold your breath, baby |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
We crawled night and day through the tears and debries
Now I'm reaching out to you but I'm keeping my hands clean The tables are turning the tempo slows down And we're gettin' off this misery-go-round It's a brand new world baby now things have changed A brand new picture in a brand new frame A turn of the page with a blink of your eye Our two steps in rhythm our hearts beatin' time On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside A critical moment I know you'd agree both of us separate but neither one free We traded our papers for new walking shoes But I had no idea how I'd feel without you We watched it unravel we heard it unwind imprisoned by anger embittered by time No one could tell me we'd be standing here today Steeled by the fire and sealed by the pain On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside I'm holding on to you and I know you're holding on to me too We gave it one more chance and found the key to romance Now none of it happens like we think it should be Hey it'd all be disaster if left up to me By the power of love and protection divine We found we hold hands through the darkness and then there was light On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
On the surface everything seems right no one notices the dimness of the light For the world outside our door our smiles are oh so bright On the surface everything's all right We have the grace of actors on the stage We orchestrate the moves that complement the play But the things that we believe in we just throw them away On the surface everything's okay [ guitar ] We say goodnight and then we close our eyes To drift in different worlds far from each other's sight Dreaming of yesterday when we held each other tight And on the surface everything's all right What are you thinking tonight I don't know you (I don't know you) My words disappear in the night and there's no one there to notice Maybe our lives will never be the same But we can face tomorrow if we can just get through today I'm holding back the tears while you're pushing me away But on the surface everything's okay yeah on the surface everything's okay 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
She paints her fingernails forbidden tones
She wants nervous youth on the telephone He don't call, she sticks another pin in her doll And puts it next to her stuffed animals She got the tube top, she got the French heels She got the blow dry, she got her eyes peeled She got the tight jeans, seventeen magazine She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom She thinks all her boyfriends are so dumb She drinks Coca-Cola with Valium Mother calls, she sticks another pin in her doll And lets those fingers talk her into it She got the lip gloss, she got the short shorts She got her records and they're all imports She got her good looks, she got her yearbook She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom They say they got her future down at the desk Now they're drawing blood for the grown-up test Something crawls beneath her lily skin And her doll is so relieved, she's lost her innocence It was a teen game now we're serious It's all customized, don't get curious She got her pension and your attention She got it all, she got it all, she got it all in her pink bedroom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
The world keeps getting smaller
'til it closes 'round my room and everything I feel now is hard and fast and true My window is a spotlight on the madness down below it takes a silent figure to make this place a home Now the candles burn all night without |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
I'll send the angels to watch
Over you tonight And you send them right back To me A lonely road is a bodyguard If we really want it to be There's a fascination behind Every window But I know you really care for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free No one sees behind the mask No one knows I'm sinking fast But soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free Love is just a lunar slave It's tied to the ebb and flow Generations get glued to the waves Just to see which way they'll go There's a desperation on wild street corners But I think you're just waiting for me And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free No one sees behind the door But everyday it's one step forward And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris And we can set those wild ones free All those nights I laid with my eyes closed But not sleeping at all Those nights I thought I knew which way the wind blows But now its blowing me back to you And the wind speaks French too No one sees and no one knows But every day I'm letting go And soon we'll be sleeping in Paris Soon we'll we sleeping in Paris And we can set those angels free |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
How long was I asleep?
When did we plan to meet? Have you been waiting long for me? When did the sky turn black? Do you still want me back? I'll pick it all up piece by piece. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I am a river with a voice. I came into your life by choice. And none can judge just how that feels. You are a messenger from God. You are the angel I forgot. And who's to say that it isn't real? And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. I'm not looking for the answers. Oh, darling don't you see That just to know the question Is good enough for me. Take up the hearts you came to heal. Put down your dagger and your shield. You need fear nothing now from me. I see the essence of the man. I stand before you as a friend. The truth moves through us even when we sleep. And the wheel goes round and round. And the flame in our souls will never burn out. And the wheel, and the wheel goes round. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ROSANNE CASH <i>Lyrics © BUG MUSIC</i> |
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from Rosanne Cash - Retrospective (1995)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from SUPER HITS OF THE '80s (1997)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
Blue moon out my window, guess this means goodnight
And you come in and start right in not treating me right Misery's a ball and all its company I'll play the victim for you honey, but not for free I run into that heartache just like a wall And act like nothing happened to me, nothing at all Lately I'm amazed at how blind we can be Lately even dreaming feels like old reality What would I give to be a diamond in your eyes again What would I give to bring back those old times What did I say to make your cold heart bleed this way Maybe I'll just go away today I don't care who's waiting at my front door You know that life don't hold no glamour anymore Oh, how can it all look so right and feel so wrong I'll play the victim for you honey but not for long What would I give to be a diamond in your eyes again What would I give to bring back those old times What did I say to make your past turn up this way Maybe I'll just go away today Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away to stay Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away Maybe I'll just go away |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
It's the right time you know I feel fine tonight (I don't why you don't want me)
It's the right place I've got my new face tonight (I don't why you don't want me) I'm in the right mood I've got my new shoes tonight (I don't why you don't want me) I've got a new dress I couldn't care less tonight (I don't why you don't want me) [Chorus] Somebody told you I was so cold and mean (who was that talking) Somebody wants you and don't want me in between (she better start walkin') Somebody hurt you but baby she wasn't me Let's find a new name for such a old game tonight (I don't why you don't want me) I'll show you how long that I can go on tonight (I don't why you don't want me) I don't know why you don't want me Just when I think that I can make it without you You come round and say you want me now You tell me don't leave and I want to believe you Why can't you see just how much I need you [Chorus] It's the last chance for a romance tonight (I don't why you don't want me) There'll be no next time if you won't be mine tonight (I don't why you don't want me) I don't know why you don't want me? |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
If you change your mind
And leave the past behind You know where you'll always find me And if she breaks your heart And tears your world apart You can always count on me And when your heart's in doubt And things aren't working out I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind When the time is right I can hold you tight You know I can wait forever And time is on our side And we can surely find All the love we'll ever need And take a chance on this Seal it with a kiss I can be the one who makes you happy Call me on the telephone Darling, I'm always home If you ever change your mind All I have is love to give you Baby, I could be there with you If you ever change your mind Call me on the telephone Darling, I am always home If you ever change your mind |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
It's three a.m. in the morning
The train whistle is blowin' It sounds like some lonesome song got in my soul In my soul My baby spent the bank and he won't be back no more My baby thinks he's a train He makes his whistle stop, then he's gone again Sometimes it's hard on a poor girl's brain A poor girl's brain I'm tellin' you, boys, my baby thinks he's a train Locomotion's the way he moves He drags me 'round just like an old caboose I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane My baby thinks he's a train Choo, choo rages on, train sound It's the noise that you hear when my baby hits town With his long hair flyin', man, he's hard to take What you s'posed to do when your baby thinks he's a train? He eats money like a train eats coal He burns it up and leaves you in the smoke If you wanna catch a ride, you wait 'til he unwinds He's just like a train, he always gives some tramp a ride Locomotion's the way he moves He drags me 'round just like an old caboose I'm tellin' you, girls, that man's insane My baby thinks he's a train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
Take a look at my eyes
It's been a long, long time I used to feel so strong When I knew you were mine But since you let me down I'm hard to be around I don't know what I'm gonna do He could never be you He could never be you I guess it all comes around Baby, please don't cry Love is gonna be a little reckless Oh, lovers all have to stand trial Since you let me go There's nothing going on I don't know what I'm gonna do He could never be you [Repeat: x3] He knows the rules And he plays the part But he only has me He don't have my heart He could never be you So take a look at my eyes No you can't hide the truth No you don't get by on pride It'll run over you Since you let me down I'm hard to be around I don't know what I'm gonna do He could never be you [Repeat: x4] |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
You act like you were just born tonight
Face down in a memory but feeling all right So who does your past belong to today? Baby, you don't say nothing when you're feeling this way The girls in the bars thinking, "who is this guy?" But they don't think no |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
In a little cabaret
In a south Texas boarder town Sat a boy and his guitar And the people came from all around And all the girls From there to Austin Were slippin' away from home And puttin' jewelry in hock to take the trip To go and listen To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Well he couldn't ride or wrangle And he never cared to make it dime But give him his guitar And he'd be happy all the time And all the girls From nine to ninety Were snappin' fingers Tappin' toes And beggin' him don't stop And hypnotized And fascinated By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play Then one day he was gone And no one ever saw him 'round He vanished like the breeze They forgot him in the little town But all the girls Still dreamed about him And hung around The caberet until the doors were locked And then one day On the hit parade Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - Rosanne Cash Super Hits (1998)
Just one more kiss she'll have to miss this night with you
Now you're guilty of this secret love as I am too You'll get used to telling lies feeling sorry when she cries Now that the strings aren't attached you'll catch on we've done our part Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Lesson number one we've just begun to hurt her so And with lesson two she'll long for you when lights are low And when we get to lesson three when she gets down on her knees And begs you to stop at the door just before she comes apart Oh this is the way we make a broken heart Now we've made a trail of tears for her to follow And we've thought of every line that she might swallow And with lesson four there will be no more for her to bear And on some dark night we'll dim the lights on this affair Then she'll find somebody new and he'll likely hurt her too Cause there must be millions just like you and me practiced in the art Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Oh and this is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way we make a broken heart Ay yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi, yi This is the way, this is the way, this is the way, this is the way Oh this is the way we make a broken heart |
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from Train Super Hits / Hot Tracks (1998)
I'm worried
About you, I'm worried about me, The curves around Midnight aren't easy to see, Flashing red warnings unseen in the rain This thing has turned Into a runaway train (Long-distance) Long-distance phone calls, a voice on the line Electrical miles that soften the time The dynamite, too, is hooked on the wire And so are the rails of American Flyers Blind boys and gamblers, they invented the blues Will pay up in blood when this marker comes due To try to get off now, it's about as insane As those who wave lanterns at runaway trains Steel rails and hard lives are always in twos I have been here before this and now it's with you I'm worried about you, I'm worried about me We're lighting the fuses and counting to three And what are the choices for those who remain The sign of the cross on a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train This thing has turned into a runaway train Our love has turned into a runaway train |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
Someone was 'round here asking questions
About somebody who looks like you I said I don't know where you are Sounded like he was gonna be back someday So I told her where you are She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time Got to find the brightness in the soul Not look outside to find out where we are Oh, you won't be satisfied, yeah Until you make possessions of the stars She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time Someone was 'round here asking questions About somebody who looks like you I said I don't know where you are She said she was gonna be back someday So I told her where you are She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time She's making it all come true this time |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
In every woman and man lies the seed of the fear
Of just how alone are all who live here Denying the fear is the name of the game To stare at the fear is going insane Forgiving the fear is one up on Cane Is to dance with the tiger And laugh at the rain Don't give me your life, I have one of my own It was a brilliant idea inventing the home Creatures of habit, American fools Reaching for stars while we're standing on stools Letting it go is jumping the train Is to dance with the tiger Letting it go though we won't be the same Is to dance with the tiger Letting it go is the name of the game Is to dance with the tiger And laugh at the rain |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
In every woman and man lies the seed of the fear
Of just how alone are all who live here Denying the fear is the name of the game To stare at the fear is going insane Forgiving the fear is one up on Cane Is to dance with the tiger And laugh at the rain Don't give me your life, I have one of my own It was a brilliant idea inventing the home Creatures of habit, American fools Reaching for stars while we're standing on stools Letting it go is jumping the train Is to dance with the tiger Letting it go though we won't be the same Is to dance with the tiger Letting it go is the name of the game Is to dance with the tiger And laugh at the rain |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
Distance makes the heart start wondering
Absence makes the anger grow The world may just be spinning through us And separation lets it show I walk away the fear and anger I'm talking through the tears each day I push myself to points of danger But nothing makes it go away [Chorus] I want a cure A mental, geographical cure A physical, chemical cure Sugar or shopping Drinking or dropping The emotional highs Of my life in disguise There's one thing for sure I want a cure Love seems like a fancy theory Fame a substitute for friends Those who love can't get near me Those who don't are moving in A heart is like a broken window Pain depends on point of view The world may just be slowly stopping And no one knows but me and you [Chorus] Where no one can see me No one knows how I'm feeling [Chorus] |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
Distance makes the heart start wondering
Absence makes the anger grow The world may just be spinning through us And separation lets it show I walk away the fear and anger I'm talking through the tears each day I push myself to points of danger But nothing makes it go away [Chorus] I want a cure A mental, geographical cure A physical, chemical cure Sugar or shopping Drinking or dropping The emotional highs Of my life in disguise There's one thing for sure I want a cure Love seems like a fancy theory Fame a substitute for friends Those who love can't get near me Those who don't are moving in A heart is like a broken window Pain depends on point of view The world may just be slowly stopping And no one knows but me and you [Chorus] Where no one can see me No one knows how I'm feeling [Chorus] |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
When you look at me
As if you don't know me And you talk to me Like you've never met me I can leave you alone if I try If I tried I could tell you goodbye If I wanted to I could be long gone If I wanted to I could be long gone Well I don't have to be nobody's fool I won't make no exception of you And I don't have to crawl I can just walk away No I don't have to crawl I can just walk away You make your moves As if I should follow you You call on me Just like I should run to you I don't have to get down on my knees I don't have be present to please you I don't have to crawl I can just walk away No I don't have to crawl I can just walk away |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
When you look at me
As if you don't know me And you talk to me Like you've never met me I can leave you alone if I try If I tried I could tell you goodbye If I wanted to I could be long gone If I wanted to I could be long gone Well I don't have to be nobody's fool I won't make no exception of you And I don't have to crawl I can just walk away No I don't have to crawl I can just walk away You make your moves As if I should follow you You call on me Just like I should run to you I don't have to get down on my knees I don't have be present to please you I don't have to crawl I can just walk away No I don't have to crawl I can just walk away |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around. And all the girls from there to Austin, Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock. To take the trip, to go and listen, To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime. But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time. And all the girls from nine to ninety, Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him "Don't stop." And hypnotized and fascinated, By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round, He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town. But all the girls still dreamed about him. And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked. And then one day on the Hit Parade, Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around. And all the girls from there to Austin, Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock. To take the trip, to go and listen, To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime. But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time. And all the girls from nine to ninety, Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him "Don't stop." And hypnotized and fascinated, By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round, He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town. But all the girls still dreamed about him. And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked. And then one day on the Hit Parade, Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box. And he would play |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We crawled night and day through the tears and debries
Now I'm reaching out to you but I'm keeping my hands clean The tables are turning the tempo slows down And we're gettin' off this misery-go-round It's a brand new world baby now things have changed A brand new picture in a brand new frame A turn of the page with a blink of your eye Our two steps in rhythm our hearts beatin' time On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside A critical moment I know you'd agree both of us separate but neither one free We traded our papers for new walking shoes But I had no idea how I'd feel without you We watched it unravel we heard it unwind imprisoned by anger embittered by time No one could tell me we'd be standing here today Steeled by the fire and sealed by the pain On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside I'm holding on to you and I know you're holding on to me too We gave it one more chance and found the key to romance Now none of it happens like we think it should be Hey it'd all be disaster if left up to me By the power of love and protection divine We found we hold hands through the darkness and then there was light On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We crawled night and day through the tears and debries
Now I'm reaching out to you but I'm keeping my hands clean The tables are turning the tempo slows down And we're gettin' off this misery-go-round It's a brand new world baby now things have changed A brand new picture in a brand new frame A turn of the page with a blink of your eye Our two steps in rhythm our hearts beatin' time On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside A critical moment I know you'd agree both of us separate but neither one free We traded our papers for new walking shoes But I had no idea how I'd feel without you We watched it unravel we heard it unwind imprisoned by anger embittered by time No one could tell me we'd be standing here today Steeled by the fire and sealed by the pain On the inside it all happened on the inside it all went down on the inside I'm holding on to you and I know you're holding on to me too We gave it one more chance and found the key to romance Now none of it happens like we think it should be Hey it'd all be disaster if left up to me By the power of love and protection divine We found we hold hands through the darkness and then there was light On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside On the inside, it all happened on the inside It all went down on the inside |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
On the surface everything seems right no one notices the dimness of the light
For the world outside our door our smiles are oh so bright On the surface everything's all right We have the grace of actors on the stage We orchestrate the moves that complement the play But the things that we believe in we just throw them away On the surface everything's okay We say goodnight and then we close our eyes To drift in different worlds far from each other's sight Dreaming of yesterday when we held each other tight And on the surface everything's all right What are you thinking tonight I don't know you (I don't know you) My words disappear in the night and there's no one there to notice Maybe our lives will never be the same But we can face tomorrow if we can just get through today I'm holding back the tears while you're pushing me away But on the surface everything's okay yeah on the surface everything's okay |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
On the surface everything seems right no one notices the dimness of the light
For the world outside our door our smiles are oh so bright On the surface everything's all right We have the grace of actors on the stage We orchestrate the moves that complement the play But the things that we believe in we just throw them away On the surface everything's okay We say goodnight and then we close our eyes To drift in different worlds far from each other's sight Dreaming of yesterday when we held each other tight And on the surface everything's all right What are you thinking tonight I don't know you (I don't know you) My words disappear in the night and there's no one there to notice Maybe our lives will never be the same But we can face tomorrow if we can just get through today I'm holding back the tears while you're pushing me away But on the surface everything's okay yeah on the surface everything's okay |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I picked up the phone, you were both on the line
Your words to each other froze me in time A lifetime between us just burnt on the wires Dissolved in a dial tone, consumed in your fires Your footsteps beside me, the phone in my hand I can't move I can't stand Our faces in pieces, facades on the floor The pretense between us for a moment destroyed I don't want to go on with these words in my heart But the ghost of your anger will tear us apart How my little world just went up in smoke I'm too young I'm too old One day soon I'll know One day soon I'll just let it go I run from the bedroom with legs paralyzed I carve out my future part prophet, part blind It's nobody's business, no one is to blame We'll meet in the distance, new numbers new names I've lifted the veil, I've walked through the fire I'll move on I'll go higher |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I picked up the phone, you were both on the line
Your words to each other froze me in time A lifetime between us just burnt on the wires Dissolved in a dial tone, consumed in your fires Your footsteps beside me, the phone in my hand I can't move I can't stand Our faces in pieces, facades on the floor The pretense between us for a moment destroyed I don't want to go on with these words in my heart But the ghost of your anger will tear us apart How my little world just went up in smoke I'm too young I'm too old One day soon I'll know One day soon I'll just let it go I run from the bedroom with legs paralyzed I carve out my future part prophet, part blind It's nobody's business, no one is to blame We'll meet in the distance, new numbers new names I've lifted the veil, I've walked through the fire I'll move on I'll go higher |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I don't want to be a star I don't want to talk through glass
I don't want to check my appearance in your eyes I don't need a million bucks baby it don't take much I don't need to play the princess all the time I want to be a real woman changing every day I want to be a real woman real in every way I want to be a real woman I don't want to be admired I don't want to take my smile I don't want to use my charm to disarm you You don't have to spin your wheels oh baby I know how that feels You don't have to pass some test just to impress me I want to be a real woman... Real is how I deal with what I deal with Real is how I feel when I know how I'm feelin' I don't want to be a man I just want to be what I am I don't want to hide my light so yours keeps shining If you don't want to face the truth then you're not gonna like what I do You're not gonna make or break me so don't start trying I want to be a real woman... |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I don't want to be a star I don't want to talk through glass
I don't want to check my appearance in your eyes I don't need a million bucks baby it don't take much I don't need to play the princess all the time I want to be a real woman changing every day I want to be a real woman real in every way I want to be a real woman I don't want to be admired I don't want to take my smile I don't want to use my charm to disarm you You don't have to spin your wheels oh baby I know how that feels You don't have to pass some test just to impress me I want to be a real woman... Real is how I deal with what I deal with Real is how I feel when I know how I'm feelin' I don't want to be a man I just want to be what I am I don't want to hide my light so yours keeps shining If you don't want to face the truth then you're not gonna like what I do You're not gonna make or break me so don't start trying I want to be a real woman... |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man She may have been learning how to crawl and he put a fist in her face And the doctor said this baby's gone she can't be replaced Now you read a lot of things in the daily news But I'm laying awake at nights wondering what to do I pray the Lord her soul to keep cause all down here are fast asleep But I want to say this baby belongs to me and you So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you Everyday when I wake up in this world and it's spinning out of control Who's at the wheel seems no one knows We're all just like a baby frightened and so sad Feeling beat up by someone who looks like dad Now you read a lot of things... So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man She may have been learning how to crawl and he put a fist in her face And the doctor said this baby's gone she can't be replaced Now you read a lot of things in the daily news But I'm laying awake at nights wondering what to do I pray the Lord her soul to keep cause all down here are fast asleep But I want to say this baby belongs to me and you So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you Everyday when I wake up in this world and it's spinning out of control Who's at the wheel seems no one knows We're all just like a baby frightened and so sad Feeling beat up by someone who looks like dad Now you read a lot of things... So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
I read about this baby she got beat up by her dad
She was nine months old and he was a full grown man She may have been learning how to crawl and he put a fist in her face And the doctor said this baby's gone she can't be replaced Now you read a lot of things in the daily news But I'm laying awake at nights wondering what to do I pray the Lord her soul to keep cause all down here are fast asleep But I want to say this baby belongs to me and you So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you Everyday when I wake up in this world and it's spinning out of control Who's at the wheel seems no one knows We're all just like a baby frightened and so sad Feeling beat up by someone who looks like dad Now you read a lot of things... So we gotta wake up this baby belongs to me and you |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We tried to make ourselves pay
for something we'd never done threw the best parts of life away on street talk, strangers and drugs but what we really want is love what we really need is love I want to call out your name I want to hold out my hand the wom |
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from Rosanne Cash - Interiors (2002)
We tried to make ourselves pay
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