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Goodbye Norma Jean
Though I never knew you at all You had the grace to hold yourself While those around you crawled They crawled out of the woodwork And they whispered into your brain They set you on the treadmill And they made you change your name And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Loneliness was tough The toughest role you ever played Hollywood created a superstar And pain was the price you paid Even when you died Oh the press still hounded you All the papers had to say Was that Marilyn was found in the nude Goodbye Norma Jean From the young man in the 22nd row Who sees you as something as more than sexual More than just our Marilyn Monroe |
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| 3:46 |
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Blue eyes
Baby's got blue eyes Like a deep blue sea On a blue blue day Blue eyes Baby's got blue eyes When the morning comes I'll be far away And I say Blue eyes holding back the tears Holding back the pain Baby's got blue eyes And shes's alone again Blue eyes Baby's got blue eyes Like a clear blue sky Watching over me Blue eyes Ooh I love blue eyes When I'm by her side Where I long to be I will see Blue eyes laughing in the sun Laughing in the rain Baby's got blue eyes And I am home again Blue eyes laughing in the sun Laughing in the rain Baby's got blue eyes And I am home again |
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| 3. |
| 3:19 |
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Elton John - Goodbye yellow brick road
When are you gonna come down When are you going to land I should have stayed on the farm I should have listened my oid man You know you can't hold me forever I didn't sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road What do you think you'll do then I bet that'll shoot down your plane It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics To set you on your feet again Maybe you'll get a replacement There's plenty like me to be found Mongrels whe ain't got a penny Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can't plant me in your penthouse I'm going back to my plough Back to the howling old owl in the woods Hunting the horny back toad Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road |
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| 4:30 |
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Every time you turn around
You wear another face Every time I look away I find a hiding place If you knew me like you knew him You would know just how I feel Slipping through someone′s fingers Falling under someone′s wheels It′s easier to walk away Better off to face the facts When love holds you up for ransom Walk away and don′t look back Never seen you looking back through Smiling eyes and tears Never knew you holding on to Memories and fears Just release me I can′t take it Can′t you see a change has come Strangled by infatuation Buried under someone′s thumb It′s easier to walk away Cover and fade to black When love scars and leaves you branded Walk away and don′t look back Every time you turn around You wear another face Every time I look away I find a hiding place |
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| 6:05 |
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Life
Life isn′t everything Life isn′t everything Life isn′t everything Life Life isn′t everything Life isn′t everything Life isn′t everything Life Life isn′t everything Life isn′t everything Life isn′t everything Life... |
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| 4:46 |
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She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m. And I′m gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It′s lonely out in space On such a timeless flight And I think it′s gonna be a long long time Till touch down brings me round again to find I′m not the man they think I am at home Oh no no no I′m a rocket man Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone Mars ain′t the kind of place to raise your kids In fact it′s cold as hell And there′s no one there to raise them if you did And all this science I don′t understand It′s just my job five days a week A rocket man, a rocket man And I think it′s gonna be a long long time... |
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| 3:59 |
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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 Just feel their gentle touch When all hope is gone Sad songs say so much If someone else is suffering enough 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 Sad songs, they say Sad songs, they say Sad songs, they say Sad songs, they say so much |
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| 5:56 |
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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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| 10. |
| 4:14 |
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It's a little bit funny
this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live If I was a sculptor, ha but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you And you can tell everybody t his is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind t hat I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on So excuse me forgetting but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world |
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