Gary Moore - A Retrospective [compilation] (1995) by Gary Moore (보컬) on maniadb.com

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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Fanatical Fascists

(Philip Lynott)

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 우띠 왜 짤려....좀 잘해봐여
맥스관리자님덜~~~~~~~~
so stop your complainin'.
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 (oh-no-no, oh-no-no).

They just don't care, just don't care.
(Just don't) just don't care.
(Just don't) said they 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) just don't care.
(Just don't) just don't care.
(Just don't) I said they just don't care.
(Just dont't).

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

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.

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