Aimee Mann - Ballantines
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It must be hard ringing the bells
Of doors that don t swing wide anymore
It must be hard hearing the sound
Of voices just inside of the door
A man who couldn t hold your coat
Who s hung on ever antidote
So it must be hard watching the fellows gloat
Ballantines
It must be hard seeing the same old crowd
Just pass you by in the street
It must be tough knowing your stuff
Could only horrify the elite
You cut off everyone you know
Boy you told `em all where to go
Now it must be hard getting the same revoke
Ballantines
Well, patrons at the bar in Lexington Kentucky
Who sprung for every drink you downed
With things the way they are it s not that kind of party
If what you ve got might just be good (?)
The fat cows won t be getting thin
Seeing the kind of jam you re in
Though the angels dance on the head of another pin
Ballantines
Ballantines
Ballantines Inne utwory
Sugarcoated You know the rest Amateur Will she just fall down Are you serious Build that wall No one is watching you now True believer Columbus avenue How am i different Enough Freeway Voices carry You could make a killing Borrowing time Why must i Susan Angels never call Superball Losowe utwory
Dear God, is there somebody out there?
Is there someone to hear my prayer?
I m a simple man with simple words to say
Is there some point in asking?
Asking for more only got us where we are today
Lost and alone and afraid...
Office blocks, corner shops
Traffic jams on every street
The same old rush around
Obsolete, I m a freak
In a show on Brighton beach
As the snow comes down
Reality s kicking me
Knocking me right off my feet
As the...
Niemals mehr, niemals mehr
Niemals mehr, niemals mehr
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auf nen Sprung kommst du vorbei,
wollst mal wissen wie s mir geht,
ist ja schließlich nichts dabei wenn man sich wieder sieht
so...
Nothing that you say will release you
Nothing that you pray would forgive you
Nothing s what your words mean to me
Something that you did will destroy you
Something that you said will stay with me
Long after you re dead and gone
If flesh could crawl my...
Speculations, rumours or lies?
The circle of blood and force
Under the seal of secrecy
Ritual acts - no remorse
Call them: skull and bones
Scroll and key
Call them: wolf s head
Book and snake
They rob - spread fear - they swat
They lie - oppress - they...