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| 1. |
| 5:23 | 
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Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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| 2. |
| 4:22 |
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Baby, baby, baby don't leave me.
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself. I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me and it hurts so bad. You came into my heart (baby, baby) so tenderly, With a burning love (baby, baby) That stings like a bee (baby, baby). Now that I surrender (baby, baby) so helplessly, You now want to leave (baby, baby). Ooh, you wanna leave me (baby, baby). Ooh (baby, baby). Baby, baby, where did our love go? Ooh, don't you want me? Don't you want me no more (baby, baby)? Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, where did our love go? And all your promises of a love forevermore! I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me. Ooh, deep inside me, and it hurts so bad. Before you won my heart (baby, baby) You were a perfect guy. But now that you got me, You wanna leave me behind (baby, baby). Ooh, baby. Baby, baby, baby don't leave me. Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself (baby, baby). Ooh. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR./HOLLAND, BRIAN/DOZIER, LAMONT HERBERT <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3. |
| 4:31 |
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I'm lost again and I'm on the run Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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| 3:57 | 
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| 5. |
| 4:29 |
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Chips on my shoulder
More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out (Well I was there before) I sit in a corner Sit on the floor Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder There's no time for fun time It's sit and complain time I'll talk about famine While cooking the dinner Don't you feel guilty Don't you feel pity (No) While my head gets fatter And the starving get thinner I should have told her I've chips on my shoulder I'm making a stand While I sit on my arse Fish and chip supper While those in the gutter Can't have a good time Fun's just a farse Misery Complaints Self Pity Injustice Chips on my shoulder Chips on my shoulder Now sing it |
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| 6. |
| 5:15 |
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Isn't it nice
Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would like you on A long black leash I would parade you Down the high street You've got the attraction You've got the pulling power Walk my little doggy Walk my little sex dwarf We could make a scene We'd be a team Making the headlines Sounds like a dream When we hit the floor You just watch them move aside We will take them For a ride of rides They all love your Miniature ways You know what they say About small boys I'm in my Rolls Royce Look it's so huge It's big and it's gold With my dumb chauffeur Looking to procure Run little doggy Lure a disco dolly Run my little sex dwarf I feel so lonely Get my little camera Take a pretty picture Sex dwarf In a gold Rolls Making it with the dumb chauffeur Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice We could make an outfit For my little sex dwarf To match the gold Rolls And my dumb chauffeur We'll all look so good We'll knock 'em cold Knocking 'em cold In black and gold We can have playtime In my little playroom Disco dollies My sex dwarf And my dumb chauffeur I would like you on a long black lead You can bring me all the things I need Sex dwarf Isn't it nice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies to a life of vice |
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| 7. |
| 8:58 |
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(Gloria Jones)
Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away, I've got to Get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And I've lost my light For I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears, and that's not nearly all Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Now I know I've got to Run away, I've got to Get away, you don't really want any more from me To make things right You need someone to hold you tight And you think love is to pray But I'm sorry, I don't pray that way Once I ran to you (I ran) Now I'll run from you This tainted love you've given I give you all a boy could give you Take my tears, and that's not nearly all Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Don't touch me, please I cannot stand the way you tease I love you though you hurt me so Now I'm gonna pack my things and go Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Touch me, baby, tainted love Touch me, baby, tainted love Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love (Oh) Tainted love Tainted love -------------------------------------- (Brian Holland/Lamont Dozier/Edward Holland, Jr.) Baby, baby Where did our love go? Oh, don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more I've got this burning, yearning yearning feeling inside me Oh, deep inside me And it hurts so bad You came into my life So tenderly With a burning love That stings like a bee And now that I've surrendered So helplessly You know I believe You want to leave me Oh, baby baby Where did our love go Oh, don't you leave me Oh, baby baby Where did our love go? Oh don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more You came into my life So tenderly With a burning love That stings like a bee And now that I've surrendered So helplessly You know I believe You want to leave me Baby, baby Where did our love go? Oh, baby baby Don't you leave me no more I've got this burning, burning yearning feeling inside me Deep inside me And it hurts so bad Baby, baby Where did our love go? Don't you leave me Don't you leave me no more And now that I've surrendered so helplessly You know, I believe you want to leave me Baby, baby Where did our love go? |
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| 8. |
| 7:45 |
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Everywhere I go
I take a little piece of you I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia I like little bits of glassware Ashtrays with inscriptions Plastic things on pencils Bits of mass production Postcards, pretty pictures Little bits of plastic Covering up the bedroom To show you I쨈ve been there To show you I쨈ve been there Keychains and snowstorms Keychains and snowstorms Give me a reminder Give me a reminder Memorabilia, memorabilia Keychains and snowstorms Memorabilia, memorabilia I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Photographs I took of you Towns that I passed through I쨈ve got to have a memory Or I have never been there I have never had you, had you, had you I can쨈t remember Give me a reminder I collect, I reject Memorabilia Memorabilia Castanets, mantillas Torremolinos Castanets and plastic men Memorabilia Memorabilia |
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| 6:07 |
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I'm lost again and I'm on the run
Looking for love in a sad song. With your avenger eyes and your catlike ways I can hold you. You are a fool for me to be cruel. I'm leaning on this bar listening to you sing And your sad song rings in my ears and I start to cry. He's searching she's showing See him heZd in a deep deep spell he knows she's glowing. I can find within my mind a way to go I can look deep into your light and shout Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me. I hear the saxophone and it tears my soul And we're feeling old feeling so cold She is the torch and she is the theme She could be a dream but - oh boy - is she real. Try to avoid her eyes to avoid her words They will hit you with all that you feel. He's searching she's showing . . . |
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| 8:46 |
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| 11. |
| 8:27 |
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I'm lost again
And I'm on the run Looking for love In a sad song With your avenger eyes And your cat like ways I can hold you You're a fool for me to be cruel I'm leaning on this bar Listening to you sing And your sad song Rings in my ears And I start to cry Chorus 1 He's searching She's showing See him held in a deep deep spell He knows she's glowing I can find within my mind A way to go I can look deep into your life and shout Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me... I hear the saxophone And it tears my soul And they're feeling old Feeling so cold She is the torch And she is the theme She could be a dream But oh boy, is she real? Try to avoid her eyes To avoid her words They will hit you With all that you feel Chorus 1 Chorus 2 See her eyes they are bright tonight See the stars coming out tonight See the moon looking down tonight See how they light your way tonight See my eyes they are bright tonight See my hands reaching out tonight Hear my words they are dynamite See how they light your way tonight 12 |
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| 12. |
| 8:16 |
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It was the morning after the month before
And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? Hiding in the darkness where they can't see your eyes In a naked city cinema Watch the bodies rolling around on the screen And nobody gives a damn who you are You're surrounded by the bitter and the boring And you wonder if you're on the turn And again you get hurt when they're dishing the dirt Is it me, this feeling insecure? I haven't got time to worry 'bout the future Well I'm busy covering up my past Start to consider a tuck(?) behind my ears Well I wonder if my looks will last I could hit the bottle and the depths of despair But come up fighting like the best And I can tell myself that I'm winning the war But then again I'm different than the rest I'm not the hardest person in the world But like the song says 'I will survive' And I may be a wreck and a pain in the neck But at least I feel that I'm alive So I'll spit in your face and put you over the place If I'm ever feeling so unsure And you can really go to hell if you give me the soft cell It's not me, this feeling insecure It was the morning after the month before And I'm looking like a nose with eyes Take a trip or letter to make me feel better 'Cause I know my mirror never lies Have you ever had the feeling that your life's down the can(?) And the hand that holds the whip is not your own Your breakfast's going cold and your routine's getting old Is it me, this feeling insecure? [Rap by Cindy Ecstacy - 12" only:] Forget the lows, just live the highs And wipe the make up from my eyes Forget the faces that I despise As I know my mirror never lies I come up fighting like the best But then I'm better than the rest And I wonder how my looks will last Because my love is really fast And you wonder if you're on the turn Oh baby won't you ever learn That I'm a cut above the rest Don't worry 'bout the way I'm dressed And if my make up looks a mess I'm not about to get depressed 'Cause I'm the one that loves to lose Just a loser in my fucking(?) shoes And I've got the touch and I've got the feel To make a good time really real I'll just spit right in your face And push you all around the face Just love to love, just love to live Just love to live, just love to love And baby are you so so sure That you're the one that's insecure? |
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