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Cries of anarchy, cries of freedom. Cries of fury in the United Kingdom. Started out loud, started out young. Started out poor and just for fun. Tales of youth fighting back.
1, 2, 3, 4. . Fiorucci nightmare, asshole's dream. Spend all your money on the fashion machine. Spots and stripes and spandex pants. Pay a hundred dollars to learn how to dance.
Never before have I turned on you. You look too good to me. Your beady eyes, they could cut me in two. And I just can't let you be. Well, it's a free for all, and I heard it said.
There I was, back in the wild again. And I felt right at home where I belong. I had that feelin' comin' over me again. Just like it happened so many times before.
rain falls - you know it's got to rain.. the sky lifts it up and lets it down again.. and it's alright - you must accept your part,. being the first to finish or the last to start..
Tus alas doradas. Me han enseñado que no todo es real. Los frutos de la esfera. No son parientes ni vecinos del azar. . Me han dicho. No busques en espejismos.
Left him up and carry him along. Fire Maringo, fire him away. Lay him in the hole where he belong. Fire Maringo, fire him away. . Lay him down in the hole below.
You stay. Silent, knowing, always in time. See how this love stays divine. See how this love stays divine. . You stay. Silent, knowing, always in time.
ALL:. We'll raise a family. A boy for you. And a girl for me. Can't you see. How happy we would be?. . LARRY:. [Spoken]. I still think that song stinks!.
oh fantastic dreamer. show me what is really inside this third eye. the light that glimmers. glows like a far distant star in the night. dualistic beamer.
James Taylor. My lady don't allow the life I lead. She don't abide by some of the company that I keep. She takes occasion to criticize, and carry on. I love her so, I just can't stand it no more.
Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone. Susanne the plans they made put an end to you. I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song.
James Taylor. Someone turn the time on. Another day, dead and gone. A lifetime is slippin' away, babe. But as far as I can see. That doesn't apply to you and me.
It hurts you now to listen. You say you're on a mission. Dealing with the pain inside. But all you seem to do is cry. . Hands shaking dropping your defenses.
Beaten again by those around me. No one to blame 'cause I surround myself. Why can't my friends just make me happy. To do it right you've got to do it yourself.
Your story only tells one side. It's based on fact but filled with lies. (You'd be rich if each was worth a dime). . I played my part and that's defined.