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My good friends speak
like they did last year
last night s just a blur
through a head full of beer
my good friends speak
like they did last year
and last year s just a blur
through a head full of beer

Where s your wisdom
put that browken bottle down
let the wind in your sails
take you out of this town so sad

CHORUS
I think I m dying
and if life s just a living room
then I m in the hall and I m glad
if life s just a living room
I m in the hall and I m glad
Oh I m glad, I m glad, I m glad

Now the dawn it has broke
still the night don t clear
memories falling in the morning rain
I m up too close to see it clear
and last year s just a blur
through a head full of beer

chorus

Tekst :

A web of light divine
Screen to block my view
Head without control
Our tree grown askew
Cynical mass and fruitless passions
Mouthing the words with time
Slowly as the bond unfastens
Catch sight of the mountain in this climb

And I m spitting out that sentimental syrup
That they like to pour on bitter pills
Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup
And I m leaving for the dark hills

Head long the hound
And the bandwagon followed
Deluge of tinsle and fire
Faces turned to stone
For the shroud of lost tomorrow
Sweetly sings the choir
Nothing much on offer here
Except celophane and laughter
They ve even got oxygen, tender
To hold inside a hummingbird
Or weave out of dreams
And to feel just like a butterfly pinned

And I m spitting out that sentimental syrup
That they like to pour on dollar bills
Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup
And I m leaving for the dark hills

Steps that lead to wall
The wall of seduction
And a whole new range of treadmills
Lips that speak no language
But destruction
Hey I m leaving for the dark hills
I can t seem to get across with my conclusion
Its the billboard, not the bullet that kills
Cut back to the roots of disillusion
Hey I m leaving for the dark hills

And I m spitting out that sentimental syrup
That they like to pour on dollar bills
Wind in my hair, foot in the stirrup
And I m leaving for the dark hills

Tekst :

I ve waited the night over
For some word to come
I asked the moon o er the clover
but the moon she is dumb

You ve made me a promise
At midnight we d go
And that we should be married
Sailing westward ho

Such words you have spoken
You have told me a lie
That it could not be broken
when you knew it must die

There s no light in heaven
That my heart can see
That my heart be imprisioned
While the devil go free
Go free

Like honey the ocean
In the morning breeze
Take my tears to the water
That the rivers may freeze

There s no light in heaven
Can shine for me
That my heart be imprisioned
While the devil go free
Go free

What folly is beauty
What trick of the skin
Desire is fancy
And ruin it s whim
Your child within me
And what should I do
My blood fill with needles
That he look like you

There s no light in heaven
That my heart can see
That my heart be imprisioned
While the devil go free
My heart imprisioned
While the devil go free
No light in heaven
No light for me

When I give my love
When I give my love to you

When I give my love to you (Whoa…oh…), baby (My baby, baby)
I’ll show you what love can do …yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
When I give my love to you (When I give,...

Oooh Woahoh
Oooh Woahoh
Would I fight with an angel
Would I leave here with you
Or would I take it all back if
If I find something new?

I know there s something out there
I know there s something I fear
Run away from here
I know there s something more to this
In this dark room, nothing...

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Efsane kadın kimdi askın?
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You got to help me, baby.
I can t do it all by myself.
You got to help me, baby.
I can t do it all by myself.
If you don t help me, daddy, gotta find somebody else.

Put on your nightshirt, baby....

This car could be automatic, systematic, hydromatic, why it s Greased Lightnin
I ll get some overhad lifters and fourbarrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talking wow keep talking
A fuel-injection cut-off with chrome-plated rods, oh yeah
I ll get the money I ll kill to...