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Guess there are times
when we all need to share a little pain And ironing out the rough spots Is the hardest part when memories remain And it's times like these when we all need to hear the radio 'Cause from the lips of some old singer We can share the troubles we already know Turn them on turn them on Turn on those sad songs When all hope is gone Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room oh Just feel their gentle touch When all hope is gone Sad songs say so much If someone else is suffering enough oh to write it down When every single word makes sense Then it's easier to have those songs around The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you and it feels so good to hurt so bad And suffer just enough to sing the blues So Turn them on turn them on Turn on those sad songs When all hope is gone Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room oh Just feel their gentle touch When all hope is gone You know Sad songs say so much Sad songs they say Sad songs they say Sad songs they say Sad songs they say so much So Turn them on turn them on Turn on those sad songs When all hope is gone Why don't you tune in and turn them on They reach into your room oh Just feel their gentle touch When all hope is gone You know Sad songs say so much When all hope is gone You know Sad songs say so much When every little bit of hope is gone Sad songs say so much When every little bit of hope is gone Sad songs say so much When all hope is gone |
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Hey Nikita is it cold
In your little corner of the world You could roll around the globe And never find a warmer soul to know Oh I saw you by the wall Ten of your tin soldiers in a row With eyes that looked like ice on fire The human heart a captive in the snow Oh Nikita You will never know anything about my home I′ll never know how good it feels to hold you Nikita I need you so Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin soldiers in a row Oh no, Nikita you′ll never know Do you ever dream of me Do you ever see the letters that I write When you look up through the wire Nikita do you count the stars at night And if there comes a time Guns and gates no longer hold you in And if you′re free to make a choice Just look towards the west and find a friend |
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