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It's the last day of the season and there ain't a single cloud | |
They were assembling a brand new band, the Andrew Sisters meets Motorhead | |
First a deep breath, take it all in, feel all those halogens warming your skin | |
Go out and tell your story, let it echo far and wide | |
My story is much too sad to be told | |
The samples won't delay but the cables... | |
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood, perhaps I had a miserable youth | |
I left my home at fifteen, I wore this very same coat | |
New York City, centre of the universe | |
Who knew it, boy wonder, who knew you could get it so wrong | |
Bring out the old, bring in the new, a midnight wish to share with you | |
Isn't it rich, are we a pair | |
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens | |
There's a face that we wear in the cold light of day | |
I don't know why I'm frightened, I know my way around here | |
I pretend I'm at home getting dressed for a date, I take a comb | |
I am a sentimental man who always longed to be a farther | |
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In a place that won't let us feel, in a life where nothing seems real | |
Midnight, not a sound from the pavement | |
I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain | |
There's a town that I call home where all the streets re paved with soul | |
There's a part I can't tell about the dark I know well | |
When you walk through a storm keep your chin up high | |
Sure, I came out here to make my name, I wanted my pool | |
You learn to take your coffee black, you learn to drink your whiskey neat | |
I have sailed the world and seen its wonders | |
I guess I'm not too good at keeping love alive for long | |
Who needs a dream, who needs ambition? | |
I've paid my dues, time after time | |
Long ago when I was five I snuck in the kitchen late at night | |
Line up (line up), single file (single file), present arms left | |
I had a house while you were gone, the week after you left me I found a couple of acres | |
Now for the first time we're out on our own | |
Hey there, good morning, you look like an angle | |
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Yesterday this woman met this man in Madison Park | |
Look at me, I'm where I started | |
Last night I watched him sleeping, my body pressed to him | |
There are moments in a lifetime, very sudden, very few | |
I once knew all the answers, i stood on certain ground | |
Alarm goes off at seven and you start uptown | |
It seems crazy but you must believe there's nothing calculated | |
Jesus I am overjoyed to meet you face to face | |
Don't you fret Monsieur Marius, I don't feel any pain | |
Sometimes in your life you gotta stand up for what you know is right | |
What gives a girl power and punch? Is it charm, is it poise? | |
The times has come to become a lover from the Argentine | |
You see that bull just standing there, he'sas bull as a bull can be | |
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation | |
Every story, tale or memoir, every saga or romance | |
I'm watching sis go pitter pat, said I can do that | |
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