| Lyrics | Song |
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| Well he ain't got no distractions, he can't hear no buzzes and bells | |
| I show up late one night with a neon light for a visa | |
| I don't need to fight to prove I'm right, I don't need to be forgiven | |
| And the beards have all grown longer overnight | |
| The girl I used to love lives in this yellow house, yesterday she passed me by, she doesn't wanna know me now | |
| I don't care about pollution, I'm an air-conditioned gypsy | |
| Terribly sorry, apple-scrumping, born in the war, birthday punching | |
| My love is vengeance, that's never free | |
| The spray flies as the speedboat glides | |
| I can't sleep and I lay and I think, the night is hot and black as ink | |
| She knew from the start deep down in her heart that she and Tommy were worlds apart | |
| I staggered back to the underground, and the breeze blew back my hair | |
| There's no easy way to be free | |
| | Lyrics | Song |
|---|
| All I ever wanna do is please her, my life has been so settled and she's the reason | |
| Gonna buy a tank and an aeroplane | |
| Pay before I start, I'm a gypsy, and I guarantee to tear your soul apart | |
| Where do you get those blue blue jeans, faded patched secrets so tight | |
| I'm gettin little tired of having to say do you come here often | |
| Do you really think I care, what you read or what you wear | |
| I'm happy when lifes good, and when its bad I cry | |
| I look pretty tall but my heels are high, the simple things you see are all complicated | |
| One and one don't make two, one and one make one | |
| I think it's love, trying to explain you, when I feel blue but... | |
| You're running out of ideas, and new hats to try on | |
| She's been dead since 1929 | |
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