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I remember when, when I first moved here A long time ago 'Cause I heard some song I used to hear back then A long time ago I remember when, even further back In another town 'Cause I saw something written I used to say back then Hard to comprehend And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now? I happily have to disagree I laugh more often now, I cry more often now I am more me But of course some days, I just lie around And hardly exist And can't tell apart what I'm eating From my hand or my wrist 'Cause flesh is flesh, flesh is flesh is flesh The difference is thin But life has a certain ability of breathing new life into me So I breathe it in It says here we are, and we all are here And you still can make sense If you just show up and present an honest face Instead of that grin And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now? I happily have to disagree I laugh more often now, I cry more often now I am more me And the other day, this new friend of mine Said something to me "Just because something starts differently Doesn't mean it's worthless" And I soaked it in, how I soaked it in How I soaked it in And just as to prove how right he was Then you came So I'm gonna give, yes, I'm gonna give I'm gonna give you a try So I'm gonna give, yes, I'm gonna give I'm gonna give you a try And the question is, was I more alive then than I am now? I happily have to disagree I laugh more often now, I cry more often now I am more me |
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if i told you things i did before told you how i used to be would you go along with someone like me if you knew my story word for word had all of my history would you go along with someone like me i did before and had my share it didn't lead nowhere i would go along with someone like you it doesn't matter what you did who you were hanging with we could stick around and see this night through and we don't care about the young folks talkin' bout the young style and we don't care about the old folks talkin' 'bout the old style too and we don't care about our own folks talkin' 'bout our own stuff all we care about is talking talking only me and you usually when things has gone this far people tend to disappear no one would surprise me unless you do i can tell there's something goin' on hours seem to disappear everyone is leaving i'm still with you it doesn't matter what we do where we are going to we can stick around and see this night through and we don't care about the young folks talkin' bout the young style and we don't care about the old folks talkin' 'bout the old style too and we don't care about our own folks talkin' 'bout our own stuff all we care about is talking talking only me and you and we don't care about the young folks talkin' bout the young style and we don't care about the old folks talkin' 'bout the old style too and we don't care about our own folks talkin' 'bout our own stuff all we care about is talking talking only me and you (repeat) talking only me and you talking only me and you talking only me and you |
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Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling Now it's so slow, so slow Baby went to Amsterdam Four, five days for the big canal Now it's so slow, so slow And I was heading up north To a place that I know Eating well, sleeping well But still I was way, way out of line Amsterdam was stuck in my mind Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove That you can't ignore Oh, it's a kind of natural fact Sometimes you're just left to be alone Baby went to Amsterdam She put a little money into traveling Now it's so slow, so slow Baby went to Amsterdam Four, five days for the big canal Now it's so slow, so slow And I got to go away To a place of my own Working hard, fill my time From that day on, till I hit the bed Amsterdam was stuck in my head Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove That you can't ignore Oh, it's a kind of natural fact Sometimes you're just left to be alone Baby went to Amsterdam She put a little money into traveling Now it's so slow, so slow Baby went to Amsterdam Four, five days for the big canal Now it's so slow, so slow Baby went to Amsterdam She put a little money into traveling Now it's so slow, so slow Baby went to Amsterdam Four, five days for the big canal Now it's so slow, so slow, slow ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MOREN, PETER/ERIKSSON, JOHN/YTTLING, BJORN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3:53 |
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Sunday morning,
On the bed two half-eaten croissants. Sunday morning, We'll soon be out on the boulevards. Monday morning, We have to fly back home again. While I'm sleeping, You paint a ring on my finger with your black marker-pen. I'm all about you, you're all about me, We're all about each other. I'm all about you, you're all about me, We're all about each other. You don't have to tell, 'cause I know so well What we are all after. Likewise if uncertainty puts a spell on me, I have to zoom in on your laughter. Wednesday morning, We sleep over and we're late again. Let's skip breakfast, We need this precious time just to comprehend. ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MOREN, PETER/ERIKSSON, JOHN/YTTLING, BJORN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 4:06 |
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When you decided to knock on my door
Did you remember what happened before It just didn't sparkle it just didn't glow Some things are not better inside of the store Did you agree we should let it bee And did you agree It's a must Let's call the whole thing off Will you still have enough of us Let's call the whole thing off Will you still have enough of us I know many people who act the same way Relations that lasted for more than one day But I don't wanna know why we couldn't do more Some thing are not better to leave unexplored Did you agree we should let it bee And did you agree It's a must Let's call the whole thing off Will you still have enough of us Let's call the whole thing off Will you still have enough of us ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MOREN, PETER/ERIKSSON, JOHN/YTTLING, BJORN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 3:50 |
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Your tongue is sharp
but I miss the taste of it You said time heals there's not enough of it The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to hide the key To hear you cast a spell so sweet to still have hours left to sleep Your fear is crowdin' And there is still no place for someone like me to fill Don't know about luck but I know the lack of it Don't know about luck but I'm losing track of it The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to go to sleep I know that time until it kills You're giving me the chills Your fear is crowdin' and there is still No place for someone like me to fill x2 The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to hide the key to hear you cast a spell so sweet and still have hours left to sleep Your fear is crowdin' And there is still no place for someone like me to fill x2 The lessons are too cruel to keep to lock the door to go to sleep I know that time until it kills You're giving me the chills I know that time until it kills you're giving me the chills you're giving me the chills you're giving me the chills ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MOREN, PETER/ERIKSSON, JOHN/YTTLING, BJORN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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When all is gone, and things go wrong
We don't need them anymore The artifacts and all they lack We don't need them anymore I don't have the means, and so it seems For now I can't participate But I've waited long Now the dollar's strong again I still can't participate When we don't consume it seems we are immune To all of the thoughts they sell You know as well as I, that's a lie 'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend In a never-ending story, but it always ends I want to spend, I want to spend In a never-ending story, but it always ends And when I die, the angels will try To count all my belongings To measure my worth, pure gold, solid dirt To see if I'm worth keeping But the house I rent and the car I drive I'm sorry but they ain't mine You know as well as I, that's no lie 'Cause I want to spend, I want to spend In a never-ending story, but it always ends I want to spend, I want to spend In a never-ending story, but it always ends And it always ends, and it always ends ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MOREN, PETER/ERIKSSON, JOHN/YTTLING, BJORN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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