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from Mamma Mia! [2004 Reissue Edition] (맘마 미아!) [ost] (1999)
DONNA
Honey honey, how he thrills me, a-ha, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey I've heard about him before I wanted to know some more And now I know what they mean, he's a love machine Oh, he makes me dizzy Honey honey, let me feel it, a-ha, honey honey Honey honey, don't conceal it, a-ha, honey honey The way that you kiss good night ALI / LISA Way that you kiss me goodnight SOPHIE The way that you hold me tight ALI / LISA Way that you're holding me tight SOPHIE I feel like I wanna sing SOPHIE / ALI / LISA When you do your thing SOPHIE I want my Dad to give me away at my wedding, but according to Mum's diary I've got three possible Dads: Sam, Bill or Harry. ALI Sophie!!! LISA Do they know? SOPHIE What do you write to a total starnger? "Come to my wedding - you might be my Dad"? No, they think mum sent the invitations - and after reading this diary I'm not surprised they all said yes! SOPHIE / LISA / ALI Honey honey, how you thrill me, a-ha, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, a-ha, honey honey SOPHIE I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more And now I'm about to see What you mean to me |
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from Bones [ost] (2008)
Eliza Lumley - Black star
I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am i to do I know all the things around your head and what they do to you What are we coming to What are wo gonna do Blame in on the black star Blame in on the falling sky Blame in on the satellite that beams me home The troble words of a troubled mind Try to understand what is eating you Try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that i last slept with you What are we coming to I just don't know anymore Blame it on the black star Blame in on the falling sky Blame in on the satellite that beams me home What am i coming to I'm gonna melt down Blame it on the black star Blame in on the falling sky Blame in on the satellite that beams me home |
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from Eliza Lumley - She Talks In Maths (2008)
I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do I know all the things around your head and what they do to you What are we coming to What are we gonna do Blame it on the black star Blame in on the falling sky Blame in on the satellite that beams me home The trouble words of a troubled mind try to understand what is eating you try to stay awake but it's 58 hours since that I last slept with you What are we coming to I just don't know anymore Blame it on the black star Blame in on the falling sky Blame in on the satellite that beams me home What am I coming to I'm gonna melt down Blame it on the black star Blame in on the falling sky Blame in on the satellite that beams me home |
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from Eliza Lumley - She Talks In Maths (2008)
When you were here before, Couldn't look you in your eyes, You're just like an angel, Your skin makes me cry, You float like a feather, In a beautiful world. And I wish I was special, You're so fucking special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts, I want to have control, I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul, I want you to notice, When I'm not around, You're so fucking special, I wish I was special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. She's running out again, She's running out She's run run run running out... Whatever makes you happy, Whatever you want, You're so fucking special, I wish I was special... But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here. I don't belong here. |
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from Eliza Lumley - She Talks In Maths (2008)
BY RADIOHEAD
A HEART THAT'S FULL UP LIKE A LANDFILL, A JOB THAT SLOWLY KILLS YOU, BRUISES THAT WON'T HEAL. YOU LOOK SO TIRED-UNHAPPY, BRING DOWN THE GOVERMENT, THEY DON'T, THEY DON'T SPEAK FOR US. I'LL TAKE A QUIET LIFE, A HANDSHAKE OF CARBON MONOXIDE, WITH NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES, NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES, NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRIESE, SILENCE, SILENCE. THIS IS MY FINAL FIT, MY FINAL BELLYACHE, WITH NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES, NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES, NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES, SUCH A PRETTY HOUSE AND SUCH A PRETTY GARDEN. NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES PLEASE NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES NO ALARMS AND NO SURPRISES PLEASE |
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