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In a car on the motorway with a hundred smiles an hour.
We went far when you wanted you were always the one in power. If you said, "Let's go to Paris", well then that's what we would do, I'd learn French and give all my bands these silly names for you. Once you spoke of how you love the smell of the forest after the rain, So each time it was cloudy I would take you there again. But it's hard to follow this time, your caprice for the austere. So come home, this city falls apart without you here. You look so pretty when the city lights your face, But you only speak of coastal towns these days. You look pretty when the city lights your face, But you only speak of coastal towns these days. It's the same, the town and the city rain, But you seem to see a difference, which I don't. It's the same, the town and the city rain, But you seem to see a difference. 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
I love the way you comb your hair, the way you light a cigarette. I love to see you move your lips, having no clue what you’ve said. I once stood behind you moving close, in the supermarket queue, I love the smell of your hair, though it might just be shampoo. A voice within me said, “Come on, this is how you feel, for once in your life try to fight for something real”. I’ve always watched you from afar, the way you drink in tiny sips. And I’ve always watched you leave the bar with words that never reached my lips. So if you see me dancing with a girl or two and you notice how much they resemble you, still you can’t hear the voice that screams behind my grin: It cannot wait, it’s not to late, for once in your life try to fight for something you believe in. |
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| 4:44 |
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Parts of me do wish you weren't here
But it's not all that important when we're this near It's just a trick of the mind I suppose Cause I really cannot see you when we get this close Again I watched the machinery of my desire Melt into a twosome midnight choir But when you've seen the one you love across your girlfriend's shoulder The things that burn will eventually turn colder I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me You can lend a shirt and keep it when you go And I don't care to get it back you know Well I'm a miserable wreck, I wish I could ask you to stay Far, far away Cause it occured to me what I was fighting for When you re-emerged from the bathroom door And you didn't look as lovely as you did the night before I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me There were times when I was blind and didn't care at all But if you wish to see the sun it's quite unbearable And there were times when I could see but didn't see things straight She were't there and others were and it was always late And in the darkness you forget the morning is on its way And right beside you, nestling closer, is the price you pay I'm sure that I was deaf and blind trapped in a roaring youth But in the stillness of my heart I always knew the truth I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me I'm waiting for the day when she might come back home to me I'm waiting for the day when she might come back... 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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It's stranger than fiction and strangely untold
The people who leave you will never grow old There are things that I said which I should much rather do But part of me clutches to people like you If love were just measured in ampere and ohm Would you turn the sleigh and come racing straight home? Is there still hope That there's still hope? Yes there is still hope That there is still hope I hope It's hard to recover from When it's hard to define I know what you're looking for Some peace of mind The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return Knocking on doors in the night in the parts where you're always too far We drank to life and to love, both had long left the bar Oh the speed of strangers rustling by so fast Faceless and nameless they disappear into the past The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return It seems that there are too many four letter words It's mildly confusing like naming all birds The flesh of these ladies so ripe and so fine You wish you could erase the female shape from your mind The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return I wish you'd stop whispering things, please stop whispering things now Opportunity might knock quite soft but I wish you would shout I know what can happen to you in those dimly lit rooms, you can die You thought of the people you knew when you were young are they still alive, still alive, still alive? The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return The soft touch of rain washed away the champagne and you learn It's gonna take more than those words you adore to return 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 5:19 |
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| 3:14 |
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My life is like a line,
A line that stretches out between the place you live and mine. If those are A and C, Then in between the two is the place you work, we'll call that B. I go there twice each day, The 7:30 minute walk to get to the cafe. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. A bee might hate the hive, but faithfully returns each day in order to survive, And I am like that bee, I sit there while I dream of you in A or me in C. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. It's quite a useless strive, But at least to feel with such intensity proves I'm alive. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I hate the place, but I go there to see you. I love you pouring coffee, It makes it taste quite lovely, The wind in your hair, The dresses you wear Are the highlights of my days. So I'll stay a little longer Until I can't get any drunker, But I do it for you, If only you knew How much I hate that place. |
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| 4:38 |
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Your name will ring a bell again tonight.
Another plane went by and left a white line in the sky above you. And your room felt like a cell again last night. When you've seen the ocean disappear in a rear view mirror, the meaning of it all won't become much clearer. You drama queen... You coiled up in your shell with dreams of flight. The sun hit the bay in coast town far away, while you were yawning. The memory of motels was sparkling bright. When you've seen the sun getting nearer from the edge of the pier, the meaning of it all won't become much clearer. You drama queen... (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen... So Lonely Planet's Guide to Hell was right: There's no such yearning as a heart that keeps burning with a great fire. The word farewell is a soft taste of delight. I saw faces disappear through a mist of tears, but the meaning of it all just seemed clearer and clearer. You drama queen... (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen... (Heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.) This is not yet where the world ends, This is a new part we'll have to comb. Another begins where this map ends, This is why we cannot go back home. This is not yet where the world ends, This is a new part we'll have to comb. Another begins where this map ends, This is why we cannot go back home. You drama queen... (Home's not where the heart is) You drama queen... (The heart is where that part is that feels the least like home.) My love is the parts of the atlas I have yet to roam. . 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 11. |
| 3:44 |
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Down by the river where the water ends
Through the garden and over that broken fence That tore your teenage dress apart Ten years later the same goes for your heart You stood there in a patch of falling sun Through the dense tree crowns perhaps it was the only one A soft hello where we used to meet We walked and talked as the leaves crackled from our feet By the grill in your hometown Through the fields leading westbound To the church where your parents met A car passed by as you kissed me You spoke of how you would miss me Somehow without a trace of regret You said "someday we'll look back on this and smile" I know I know I know But it's going to be a while But assuming there's no hell I've got a bad feeling things will work out well 가사입력NAKMUSE |
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| 3:39 |
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to moonn6pence from shootingstar(papayeverte)
I love the way you comb your hair, the way you light a cigarette. I love to see you move your lips, having no clue what you’ve said. I once stood behind you moving close, in the supermarket queue, I love the smell of your hair, though it might just be shampoo. A voice within me said, “Come on, this is how you feel, for once in your life try to fight for something real”. I’ve always watched you from afar, the way you drink in tiny sips. And I’ve always watched you leave the bar with words that never reached my lips. So if you see me dancing with a girl or two and you notice how much they resemble you, still you can’t hear the voice that screams behind my grin: It cannot wait, it’s not to late, for once in your life try to fight for something you believe in. |
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