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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 Back to top |
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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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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). |
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Song for Donna
(Gary Moore) Whenever I'm with you, the more I can give you, the love that's inside my heart. I know it's not easy, but baby believe me, it hurts me when we're apart. But the road won't go on forever. You can dry your tears away. Whenever you're near me, I know you can hear the love beating in my heart. I know it ain't easy, but baby believe me, it hurts me when we're apart. But the road won't go on forever. You can dry your tears away. No, the road won't go on forever. I'll be by your side someday... .. But the road won't go on forever. You can dry your tears away. No, the road won't go on forever. I'll be by your side someday. Won't go on forever, won't go on forever. Won't go on forever, won't go on forever. Won't go on forever, won't go on forever.. |
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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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