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sometimes the sky looks dirty
just before it rains afterwards, the sun falls on my feet your body I hardly remember how it feels dunno how we looked before we fell asleep (asleep...) believe me I don't want to feel the way I do and I know you need someone, too to feel you one who'll let his lips just light your eyes someone to make you feel just ilke floating have you ever read "The Servant"? have you ever sang along to the lines of "Hand In Glove" as if they were your own? do you wear the ring i gave you? have you seen the photograph of you and me in paris? oh, look into my eyes say I did not love you say that I was cruel ask me to believe you claim that I'm a fool sure, I do forgive you but how will I forget...? |
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| 2. |
| 4:26 |
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when a man loves a woman
he gets to her into her and onto her when a man loves a woman he knows just what to do when a man loves a woman he treats her good he tell her things and buy her things when a man loves a woman he knows just what to do give me the loving give me the feeling give me the touch give me the movement give me the sorrow give me the stuff when a man loves a woman he wears her out he breaks her heart N steals her lust when a man loves a woman he knows just what to do when a man loves a woman he beats her up abuses her and call her things when a man loves a woman he knows just what to do give me the loving give me the feeling give me the touch give me the movement give me the sorrow give me the stuff give me the loving give me the feeling give me the touch give me the movement give me the sorrow give me the stuff give me the loving give me the feeling give me the touch give me the movement give me the sorrow give me the long stuff give me the loving give me the feeling give me the touch give me the movement give me the sorrow give me the stuff |
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| 3. |
| 2:58 | 
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| 4. |
| 3:42 |
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So this is love in the end of December
Quiet nights quiet stars And I’m here Monday to Sunday Cause you’re fragile and I’m weak So you fall with the nights’ grow longer Into sleep you won’t wake up And I am here I’m sitting beside you And I’ll wait until the Spring Don’t you worry I’ll be there for you Don’t worry about me You know me better than that Don’t you worry I will be there for you I’ll catch you if you would fall So you drift when the days grow colder Away from me, and won’t look back Far away and I can’t guite But I am here until the Spring Don’t you worry I’ll be there for you Don’t worry about me You know me better than that Don’t you worry I will be there for you I’ll catch you if you would fall |
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| 5. |
| 3:45 |
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| 6. |
| 2:16 |
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| 7. |
| 3:23 |
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| 8. |
| 3:12 |
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| 9. |
| 2:40 |
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waiting for the big fall
to take us all quiet nights and desperate love we need it all spring came rain fell we ended up nowhere then june came sun shone are we still nowhere? someone come and take me away no need to stay when life itself is making you old just take my soul spring came rain fell we ended up nowhere then june came sun shone are we still nowhere? if you want me now you don't have to try so hard if you want me now you don't have to try at all spring came rain fell we ended up nowhere then june came sun shone are we still nowhere? |
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| 11. |
| 3:00 |
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Don't you worry about me
I'm yours to keep now Don't you worry about me I will live through this and more I have no other side the bruises caught me up shy the bitter taste of a lie I can't explain all the love I feel when I'm yours the bruises caught me up shy the bitter taste of a lie I can't explain all the love I feel when I'm yours Don't you worry about me I've been used before Don't you worry about me I'm the rain and you're the sea I have no other side the bruises caught me up shy the bitter taste of a lie I can't explain all the love I feet when I'm yours the bruises caught me up shy the bitter taste of a lie I can't explain all the love I feel when I'm yours the bruises caught me up shy the bitter taste of a lie I can't explain all the love I feel when I'm yours ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra |
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| 12. |
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| 13. |
| 3:24 |
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Give it your all girl, give it all ya got.
Take your chance at a second hand shot. Say what you want girl, Do what you do. He's never gonna, gonna make it with you. Pulling petals off a flower trying to get your way. Keep pulling til' it says what you wanna say. Girl you can pick a field full of daisies. But he'd still be my baby. I know you can hardly wait till I'm away from him. Instinctively, I know what you're thinking. You'll be giving him an open invitation. But my baby won't be taken in. You can pout your cherry lips. Try to tempt him with a sweet kiss. You can flirt your pretty eyes. He ain't got his hands tied. No chains to unlock. So free to do what he wants. He's into what, he's got. He loves me, he loves you not. No matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you He's into what he's got. He loves me, he loves you not. You're the kind of girl that is always up for do or dare. Only want him just because he's there. Always looking for a new ride. The grass is greener on the other side. You're the kind of girl who's not use to hearing no. All your lovers try to take you where you wanna go. It doesn't matter how hard you try, never gonna get with my guy. No chains to unlock. So free to do what he wants. He's into what, he's got (and that's me). He loves me, he loves you not. No matter what you do, he is never gonna be with you He's into what, he's got. He loves me, he loves you not. Doesn't matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you. Give it your all girl, give it all ya got. You can take your chance at a second hand shot. Say what you want girl, do what you do. He's never gonna make it with you. You can pout your cherry lips Try to tempt him with a sweet kiss You can flirt your pretty eyes He ain't got his hands tied. No chains to unlock. So free to do what he wants. He's into what he's got. He loves me, he loves you not. No matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you. He is into what, he's got Take your best shot He loves me, he loves you not. No chains to unlock. So free to do what he wants. He's into what he's got, (and that's me) He loves me, he loves you not No matter what you do, he's never gonna be with you He's into what he's got, (and that's me). He loves me, he loves you not |
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| 14. |
| 2:44 |
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| 15. |
| 3:50 |
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| 16. |
| 2:34 |
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