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Listen to me woman,
I just think it's a sin. I know you hear me knockin', but you won't let me in. Might be fine for you just to keep me hangin' round. But if you don't open up this door, I'm gonna kick it down. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes I feel like there's nowhere to go. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Listen, you've been telling me to short for much too long. But now I'm gonna put you back where you belong. Might be fine for you just to keep me hangin' round. But if you don't open up this door, I'm gonna kick it down. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes I feel like there's nowhere to go. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes it's the only place that I know. That I know. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes I feel like there's no place to go. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes it's the only place that I know. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes I feel like there's no place to go. Sometimes I feel like I'm back on the streets again. Sometimes it's the only place that I know. Only place that I know, yeah. |
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| 2. |
| 3:03 |
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There's a new sensation
Playin' across the nation. Just don't care, they just don't care. They'll eat your heart out Before you start out. Just don't care, they just don't care. Every dog will have its own way. Throw out the old, bring in the new, they say. Every dog will have its new day. Just don't care, just don't care. Fanatical fascists with Italian mustaches Just don't care, they just don't care. They'll beat your brains in So stop your complaining. Just don't care, they just don't care. Your heart is leaning to the left, But your hand in your pocket It leads you to the right. Your heart is leaning to the left, But the fight is tonight. The fight's tonight. Oh, no, no, oh, no, no. Oh, no, no, oh, no, no. Oh, no, no, oh, no, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. They just don't care, just don't care. Just don't, just don't care. Just don't, just don't care. Just don't, just don't care. Just don't, just don't care. Just don't. Just don't. Just don't. Just don't. Just don't. etc. |
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| 3. |
| 3:51 |
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Don't believe me if I tell you.
Not a word of this is true. Don't believe me if I tell you, especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you. Don't believe me if I tell you that I wrote this song for you. There just might be some other silly pretty girl I'm singing it to. Don't believe a word, 'cause words are only spoken. And a heart is like a promise, meant to be broken. Don't believe a word, for words can tell lies. And lies are no comfort when there's tears in your eyes. Don't believe me if I tell you. Not a word of this is true. Don't believe me if I tell you, especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you. Don't believe a word. Lord, don't believe a word. Don't believe me, don't believe me. Oh, not a single word. Oh. |
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| 4. |
| 3:56 |
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As I sit here and play
my spanish guitar underneath the stars it passes the time away Each note I play is a memory of Spain the melodies they take me back there again So as I sit here and play on my old spanish guitar each note I play just sails away And it brings me closer to that spanish senorita Oh she's so far away As I sit here and play underneath the stars it passes the time away and brings me closer to my spanish holiday |
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| 5. |
| 3:28 |
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I remember Paris in 49
The Champs Elysee San Michelle and old Beaujolais wine And I recall that you were mine in those Parisienne days Looking back at the photographs Those summer days spent outside corner cafes Oh I could write you paragraphs about my old Parisienne days |
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| 4:58 | 
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| 6:03 |
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| 8. |
| 5:50 |
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| 5:57 |
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| 10. |
| 6:04 |
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