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Ann
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| Тема: FFS Lyrics Вс Июн 21, 2015 12:25 am | |
| Делюкс еще в пути Но пока я доберусь до конца, он придет. Я верю Кстати. Credits как у Queen в терминальный период All tracks written by F.F.S. Накося, что называется, выкуси. Все слова из предыдущей темы я скопипастю, исправив в соответствии с буклетом. | |
| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Вс Июн 21, 2015 12:26 am | |
| Johhny Delusional
Words are in my head but I can't enunciate them clearly Headphones on your head, they prevent a chance to even try Some might find me borderline attractive from afar But afar is not where I can stay and there you are
Though I want you I know I haven't a chance Still I want you Johnny Delusional here
I know "yes" and "no" in a couple dozen other languages But your form of "no" is the kind of look I can't deny Tell me, are resistance and stupidity the same? Tell me, is resistance so enticing, please explain
Though I want you I know I haven't a chance Still I want you Johnny Delusional here
Paging Mr. Delusional You're wanted at the desk Paging Mr. Delusional You're wanted at the front desk
Wouldn't it be terrible if there's no music there? Wouldn't it be terrible if she don't want you near?
Though I want you Wouldn't it be terrible if there's no music there? I know I haven't a chance Still I want you Wouldn't it be terrible if she don't want you near? Johnny Delusional here
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| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Вс Июн 21, 2015 12:38 am | |
| Call Girl
I'm waiting by the loading dock for you TV and guitar in hock for you
Come on, girl! Come on and give me a ring Come on girl, pick up and ring Come on and pick up and...
Why don't you call, girl?
I gave up blow and Adderall for you So I'd have dough and spend it all on you So call girl! Come on and give me a ring Call girl Pick up and ring Come on and pick up and...
Why don't you call, girl?
I realise it's me who makes advances All advances and I Realise arrangements come from me It's me, it's me, it's me, Who always wants to meet
Come on, girl! Come on and pick up and ring Come on girl, pick up and ring Come on and pick up and...
When I call on you everything is good Again - everything, everything You don't need to say anything it's understood Again - anything, everything
I don't ask - I don't need an answer I hear no lies in deaf romance Her eyes arrive I leave I leave And then again it's...
Why don't you call, girl?
So call girl! Come on and give me a ring Call girl Pick up and ring Come on and pick up and...
Why don't you call, girl?
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| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Вс Июн 21, 2015 12:52 am | |
| Dictator's Son
Born in a far-off land A nation of heat and sand A father who ruled by force A mother who said, "of course" A nation of fearful men And women afraid of them But learning the family trade My interest began to fade
I'm a dictator's son Born with a silver gun In a country that's half insane In a country that's banned the rain He kept his eyes on me Knew I had plans to flee Strangely, today it rained I hopped in a midnight plane
Fasten your seatbelts We soon will land At LAX, hope to see you again
Somewhat reluctantly I tell her sit down with me We order drinks and wait Small talk, it's getting late One thing you ought to know Before we up and go Hope it don't spoil the fun But I'm a dictator's son
I'm into 60's Soul Nat King Cole Harris Tweed Bundesliga I'm into wings and dip Girls who strip Diesel flicks Party Mix I'm into Hugo Boss Dental floss Party cruise Jordan shoes I'm into Instagram Bands who jam Coed knees BLTs
This is how we roll, a dictator's son
Someday I'll return with a rebel force Overturn my father and change the course Of history for all my countrymen But I cannot tell you exactly when
I'm a dictator's son
I'm a dictator's son
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| | | Ann
Сообщения : 389 Дата регистрации : 2010-12-09
| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Вс Июн 21, 2015 1:50 am | |
| A Little Guy From The Suburbs
I'm just a little guy from the suburbs Who learned to kill before the others Romantic activist, I'm the joker I say Vive le Quebec Libre
Well if you hear this No, when you hear this You'll know I didn't make it Like we hoped we would
But you know
No heroes Just those who care More for their legend Then their life There are no heroes in this life
I tried, yes I tried with a shy girl To live respectable, but decided Fake Existentialist, I'm the martyr I steal from the bank of Jean Paul Sartre
But you know
No heroes
I am The Little Guy From The Suburbs But I learned to kill before then the others What's that you said about execution? Ah, bring on the beatification
Well if you hear this No WHEN you hear this You'll know I didn't make it Like we hoped we would
But you know No heroes I don't care For my legend Or my life There are no heroes in this life | |
| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Вс Июн 21, 2015 2:30 am | |
| Police Encounters
From the West Coast gonna take a plane Hit the East Coast gonna take an A train Hit the East Coast, going all the way Why don't you come to Harlem?
All the spies went out to sea But I remained in Harlem Had to pay my parking fees Felt just like P.T.Barnum
Caught a couple Pinter plays I should have stayed in Harlem Then I heard a policeman say I think we should disarm him I think we should strong-arm him So out of place in Harlem
Then I see you standing there In your dyed black hair And no underwear
Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy Police encounters
Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy Police encounters
Caught a couple Albee plays I should have stayed in Harlem Then I heard a policeman say Do your best to not alarm him I've got eyes for the policemans's wife In her dyed black hair and her Bowie knife
I've got eyes for the policemans's wife The policemans's wife, the policemans's wife The policemans's wife, the policemans's wife
Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy Police encounters Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy Police encounters
Diddy diddy, diddy diddy, diddy diddy Police encounters Diddy diddy. diddy diddy Police encounters
Unions went on strike today But I remained in Harlem I've got eyes for the policemans's wife In her dyed black hair and her Bowie knife As I see her standing there alone In her dyed black hair and her Android phone
Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy diddy Bomp bom diddy Police encounters | |
| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Вс Июн 21, 2015 2:45 am | |
| Save Me From Myself
Unlit streets and alleys, I don't care I will stroll as if I'm one the Côte d'Azur Muggers, pimps, and bangers everywhere I don't feel the danger though I'm told it's there
Back in my apartment, all alone I feel a chill, who can I phone Back in my apartment, all alone It's only me, I'm not alone
Save me, save me, save me from myself Save me, save me, save me from myself Who is that confronting me? Who is that in front of me? Save me, save me, save me from myself
Foreign objects hurtling through the night Crashing through our atmosphere Towards God knows where Viruses and pestilence and blight Biblical in their destruction, should I care
Back to what should be my comfort zone No comfort there, my cover's blown I would not have come here if i'd known If I had known, if I had known
Save me, save me, save me from myself Save me, save me, save me from myself Who is that confronting me? Who is that in front of me? Save me, save me, save me from myself ooh ooh ooh, save me, ooh ooh ooh, save me
Save me, save me, save me from myself
Sewer-living creatures striking fear Tramping this way steadily, they'll soon be here Who tonight's undoing her brassiere Answer, no, it isn't you, that much is clear
Double bolted residence at last Better think fast, better think fast If you're here alone, you'll never last You'll never last, you'll never last
Save me, save me, save me from myself Save me, save me, save me from myself Who is that confronting me? Who is that in front of me? Save me, save me, save me from myself
Save me, save me, save me from myself
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| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Пн Июн 22, 2015 2:01 am | |
| So Desu Ne
She's a mountaineer of love She's climbing mount Fuji Nothing but a Kenzo kimono on Carrying a Hello Kitty Uzi
So desu ne, that's all she'll say So desu ne, so desu ne So desu ne, ja ne
She's an ambulance sometimes Her blue light blinking on a two beat Paranoid paratrooper paramedics Drive arrive check your heartbeat Check your blood pressure Gonna eat your beans and eat your pleasure Gonna check your blood pressure Gonna push your push your blood pressure, well
So desu ne, that's all she'll say So desu ne, so desu ne So desu ne, ja ne
She's a pamphleteer of love Filming a katakana movie Nothing but a Kenzo kimono on Carrying a Meiko Kaji Uzi She's an ambulance sometimes Her blue light blinking on a two beat Paranoid paratrooper paramedics Drive arrive check your heartbeat Check your blood pressure Gonna eat your beans and eat your pleasure Gonna check your blood pressure Gonna push your push your pressure...
So desu ne... | |
| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Пн Июн 22, 2015 2:15 am | |
| The Man Without a Tan
The Man Without a Tan came-a strollin' into town He had the whitest collar anybody's seen around The girls were all a-droolingas they hummed a lullaby The men were all suspicious but they didn't know just why
The Man Without a Tan, he's a threat to you and me He has the kind of hands that you might see on your TV And if he touched your woman, how the hell could she resist I'm sure he'd entertain her with a little bit of Liszt
Our rugged handsomness in no match for The Man Without a Tan
The Man Without a Tan, he had a walk around the town He found our only restaurant and entered and sat down He ordered Coca-Cola with some lemon but no ice He reached into his pocket and he found his lucky dice
He finished up his cola and the waitress thought, "So soon?" He looked a little bit like Gary Cooper in High Noon He left to find the movie theater, it was shuttered down It seemed that there were lots of things that has been shuttered down
Our rugged handsomness in no match for The Man Without a Tan
I overheard my girlfriend on her landline telephone She thought I couldn't hear her but she really should have known The Man Without a Tan was on the line and being cute I stood back in the shadows, I was fuming in my boots
Our rugged handsomness in no match for The Man Without a Tan
And 20 yeaкs have passed and I'm The Man Without a Tan I'm here to take you 'way from every rugged handsome man The Man Without a Tan
And then you came right out with it and said, "You are my man" The Man Without a Tan
Things I Won't Get
A Pulitzer's Prize, an Oscar or two are Things I won't get, things I won't get A Bentley or Benz, well don't hold your breath are Things I won't get, things I won't get
Affairs with a star who offers me dope Far in advance, far in advance A college degree, a job with some hope There's just no chance, there's just no chance
But when I see you lying at my side Looking extra clean I'm in a state where I, I don't mind My thoughts turn obscene
String theory thoughts or Sartre and such are Things I won't get, things I won't get Schoenberg and twelve-tone and films that are French are Things I won't get, things I won't get
A chair that's designed by Charles and Ray Eames are Things I won't get, things I won't get
But when I see you lying at my side I understand you well I'm in a state where I, I don't mind I guess it's just as well
The world is so hard, the people so mean are Things I won't get, things I won't get We sit on the floor and talk about dreams and Things we won't get, things we won't get
But when I see you lying at my side Looking extra keen I'm in a state where I, I don't mind Just you and me and caffeine
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| | | Alex Konstantinov Admin
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Пн Июн 22, 2015 5:31 am | |
| The Power Couple
We need to relax (It's not a big deal) We cannot relax (It's such a big deal) The power couple's coming around A friend of a friend (Of a friend of a friend) Is friends with a kook (And so, in the end) The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around
The glasses are clean (The wine been chill) I'm starting to feel a little bit ill The power couple's coming around Intelligent talk (But naturally so) And if he should gawk (They'll say, "gotta go") The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around
Segovia (Seems a very safe choice) We'll cue it all up (When we hear the Rolls-Royce) The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around
We close the garage (And hidden our Kia) And wait for the chance (To raise our idea) The power couple's coming around Our future depends (On how they respond) I hope that we're both (Extremely on) The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around
And should they respond (We'll go to step two) We planned it all out (We know what to do) The power couple's coming around This could be the day (That changes our lives) That fame and good fortune (Finally arrives) The power couple's coming around This could be the day (That changes our lives) That fame and good fortune (Finally arrives) The power couple's coming around This could be the day (That changes our lives) That fame and good fortune (Finally arrives) The power couple's coming around The power couple's coming around
We must make a good impression We must make a great impression
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| | | Alex Konstantinov Admin
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Пн Июн 22, 2015 5:39 am | |
| Collaborations Don't Work
[Chorus:] Collaborations don't work They don't work, they don't work Collaborations don't work They don't work, they don't work Collaborations don't work They don't work, they don't work I'm gonna do it all by myself I'm gonna do it all by myself [x2]
Mozart didn’t need a little hack to chart Warhol didn’t need to ask De Kooning about art Frank Lloyd Wright always ate à la carte Wish I had been that smart Wish I had been that smart
[Chorus]
Collaborations don't work You start off deferential And strangely reverential You both feel it's essential Collaborations don't work He's eyeing your new lover Then one night you discover Them underneath your covers
Collaborations don't work Delaying your vacations To sundrenched island nations To seek some affirmations Collaborations don't work A colon or a comma And then a drawn-out drama Bring in the Dalai Lama
Where is this damn thing a-goin'? Where is this going, someone tell me Starlight, rub off on me Star bright, rub off on me [x2]
I don't need your patronizing I don't need your agonizing I don't need your navel gazing I don't get your way of phrasing I don't think you're really trying What, pray tell, are you implying?
I ain't no collaborator I am the partisan Rebel in the rocks with dirty trousers, broken pistol in the hand I ain't no collaborator Hack my scalp if you think I am I am a sadistic young usurper, a hand on your neck Hand on your lover, oh, give the man a hand I ain't no collaborator I ain't no collaborator I am the master, independent If I ever need a father, it won't be you, old man
[Chorus x2]
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| | | Alex Konstantinov Admin
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Пн Июн 22, 2015 5:41 am | |
| Piss Off
You get the runaround from him The runaround from her The runaround, around, around You get the put you down from him The put you down from her They always, always put you down You get the shake you down from him The shake you down from her They always, always shake you down
Get to the point and point to the open door Get right to the point and there's the door
Tell everybody to piss off tonight Well, they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Most will listen and take the hint Know that this ain't a compliment And they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight
It's always inexplicable It's inexplicable But still they're eager to explain It's always inapplicable It's inapplicable But they'll apply it all the same It's always irrefutable It's irrefutable But still their arguments remain
Get to the point and point to the open door Get right to the point and there's the door
Tell everybody to piss off tonight Well, they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Most will listen and take the hint Know that this ain't a compliment And they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight
I gaze into my crystal ball I see a future free for all Where football and cheap alcohol Has shook me to the core I'll enjoy each moment, so I'll add to my portfolio Of epithets and cheerios That never fail to store
I want to fantasize I want to fantasize But the essential parts are never there I want to socialize I want to socialize But then I look around and just don't care I want to harmonize I want to harmonize But all the voices sound beyond repair
Get to the point and point to the open door Get right to the point and there's the door
Tell everybody to piss off tonight Well, they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Tell everybody to piss off tonight Well, they should piss off and leave you alone in your world Piss off and leave you alone in your world Piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Piss off! Piss off! Piss off! Piss off! Piss off! | |
| | | Alex Konstantinov Admin
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Пн Июн 22, 2015 5:42 am | |
| Look At Me
I'll admit that I'm in need Not the cocaine Not the weed Just Look at me, look at me, look at me You don't have to Hold my hand You don't have to like my band Just Look at me, look at me, look at me
Well I'm not asking for a lot (Look at me, look at me) Just one thing makes me hard (Look at me, look at me) Just one thing gets me high (look at me, look at me) Well I'm not asking for the sky (Look at me, look at me)
Screw the sunset, screw all art Look at me or break my heart Just Look at me, look at me, look at me Screw your iPad, screw your phone Look at me and me alone Just Look at me, look at me, look at me Just Look at me, look at me, look at me
Well I am all you need to see (Look at me, look at me) Every eye fixed right on me (Look at me, look at me) This is all I need to be (Look at me, look at me) The center of the galaxy (Look at me, look at me) [x2]
I don't want your subtle glance I don't want you in my pants Just look at me, look at me, look at me
Don't look at your mother Don't look at your father Don't look at your sister Don't look at your brother Don't look at your teacher Don't look at your preacher Just look at me
Don't look at no BBC Don't look at no IDB Don't look at no telephone Might as well [?] minivan Focus on the charming hand and look at me
Just look at me, look at me, look at me [x2]
Look at me [x36] | |
| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Ср Июл 01, 2015 11:44 pm | |
| The Power Couple
We need to relax, it's not a big deal We cannot relax, it's such a big deal The Power Couple's coming around
A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend Is friends with their cook, and so, in the end The Power Couple's coming around
The Power Couple's coming around Ah,ah,ah,ah The Power Couple's coming around
The glasses are clean, The wine has been chilled I'm starting to feel a little bit ill The Power Couple's coming around
Intelligent talk, but naturally so And if he should gawk, they'll say, "gotta go" The Power Couple's coming around
The Power Couple's coming around Ah,ah,ah,ah The Power Couple's coming around
Segovia seems a fairly safe choice We'll cue it all up when we hear the Rolls-Royce The Power Couple's coming around The Power Couple's coming around
We've closed the garage and hidden our Kia And wait for the chance to raise our idea The Power Couple's coming around
Our future depends on how they respond I hope that we're both extremely on The Power Couple's coming around
The Power Couple's coming around Ah,ah,ah,ah The Power Couple's coming around
And should they respond, we'll go to Step 2 We planned it all out, we know what to do The Power Couple's coming around
This could be the day that changes our lives That fame and good fortune finally arrives The Power Couple's coming around
The Power Couple's coming around
We must make a good impression We must make a great impression | |
| | | Ann
Сообщения : 389 Дата регистрации : 2010-12-09
| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Ср Июл 01, 2015 11:51 pm | |
| Collaborations Don't Work
Collaborations don't work They don't work, they don't work I'm gonna do it all by myself I'm gonna do it all by myself
Mozart didn’t need a little Haydn to chart Warhol didn’t need to ask De Kooning 'bout art Frank Lloyd Wright always ate à la carte Wish I had been that smart Wish I had been that smart
Collaborations don't work They don't work, they don't work I'm gonna do it all by myself I'm gonna do it all by myself
Collaborations don't work You start off deferential And strangely reverential You both feel it's essential Collaborations don't work He's eyeing your new lover Then one night you discover Them underneath your covers
Collaborations don't work Delaying your vacations To sun-drenched island nations To seek some affirmation Collaborations don't work A colon or a comma And then a drawn out drama Bring in the Dalai Lama
Where is this damn thing a-going? Where is this going? Someone tell me Starlight, rub off on me Star bright, rub off on me
I don't need your patronizing I don't need your agonizing I don't need your navel gazing I don't get your way of phrasing I don't think you're really trying What, pray tell, are you implying?
I ain't no collaborator I am the partisan Rebel in the rocks With dirty trousers Broken pistol in the hand
I ain't no collaborator Hack my scalp If you think I am I am the sadistic young usurper A hand on your neck A hand on your lover Give the man a hand I ain't no collaborator I ain't no collaborator I am the bastard Independent If I ever need a father It won't be you old man
Collaborations don't work They don't work, they don't work I'm gonna do it all by myself I'm gonna do it all by myself | |
| | | Ann
Сообщения : 389 Дата регистрации : 2010-12-09
| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Чт Июл 02, 2015 11:52 pm | |
| Piss Off
You get the runaround from him, the runaround from her The run around around around You get the put you down from him, the put you down from her The always, always put you down You get the shake you down from him, the shake you down from her The always always shake you down Get to the point and point to the open door Get right to the point and there's the door
Tell everybody to piss off tonight They should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Most will listen and take the hint Know that this ain't a compliment And they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight
It's always inexplicable, it's inexplicable but still they're eager to explain It's always inapplicable, it's inapplicable but they'll apply it all the same It's always irrefutable, it's irrefutable but still their arguments remain
Get to the point and point to the open door Get right to the point and there's the door
Tell everybody to piss off tonight They should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Most will listen and take the hint Know that this ain't a compliment And they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight
I gaze into my crystal ball I see a future free-for-all Where football and cheap alcohol has shook me to the core
But I'll enjoy each minute so I'll add to my portfolio of epithets and cheerios That never fail to score
I want to fantasize, I want to fantasize but the essential parts are never there I want to socialize, I want to socialize but then I look around and just don't care I want to harmonize, I want to harmonize but all the voices sound beyond repair
Get to the point and point to the open door Get right to the point and there's the door Tell everybody to piss off tonight
They should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Most will listen and take the hint Know that this ain't a compliment And they should piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight Piss off and leave you alone in your world Piss off and leave you alone in your world tonight
Piss off Piss off Piss off
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| | | Ann
Сообщения : 389 Дата регистрации : 2010-12-09
| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Чт Июл 02, 2015 11:58 pm | |
| So Many Bridges
The places, they all look the same I'll dive in, I'll save you again But friendship has limits you know So how long, how far will you go?
So many bridges in the world to jump off of
Rome, Sydney, Yokohama We're all a go Paris and San Francisco How can we go?
So many bridges in the world to jump off of
The places, they all look the same Same buildings, same punctual trains Resentment is building in me But somehow I cannot break free
So many bridges in the world to jump off of So many bridges in the world to jump off of So many bridges in the world to jump off So many bridges in the world to jump off So many bridges in the world to jump off So many bridges in the world to jump off of
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| | | Ann
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| Тема: Re: FFS Lyrics Пт Июл 03, 2015 12:19 am | |
| King Of The Song
He would lean into my cradle Resting revolver on an infant's cheek Speeding and singing singing and speeding Speeding and singing my infancy to sleep
I can hear his heart again I can hear his song When I hear that voice again I know he's gone
Nobody sings like my daddy sang He was the king of the song Nobody sings like my daddy sang I know that I'll never sing The way that my daddy sang
Do you know what it's Like to be born To a Legend To be born To a freak To face expectation From your first Crowning peek At the World An umbilical peek At this hideous
Fame-ridden world Where I hear that voice again Where I hear his song Sing he's gone
Nobody sings...
What do you mean That you don't know my singer? What do you mean You don't know his song? He was speeding and singing Singing and speeding Speeding and singing Come on and sing along
You can beat his heart again When you sing his song Sing his heart again Although he's gone
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