The earth spins.... ..the earth spins.... the earth spins. much too fast.(2x). . I dig my.... fingers.... deep in.... to the dirt.. I don't want..... I don't want....
Come on let's runaway. . Take me to a restaurant to dine. I will wear a dress so divine. You'll find you can't tear your eyes away. Later on you can tear it off anyway....
Trying to find his way through the city. Crawling through an alley on the floor by a door. Needing help with a feeling that hes had before. Never calling anyone feeling unloved saying goodbye.
The phone is of the hook. and Jamie's got a gun.. And Sherry's in the river. and the river is gonna run again.. Ooo ooo ya. So you don't know where to go.
Instrumental. . Written by ian bairnson. Keyboards, guitars, bass, saxophone, mandolin: ian bairnson. Drums: stuart elliott.
Tovbb nem tudok vrni. Mostmr megteszi brmi. Az lesz a veszted. Hogy rvnylik a tested. Az alkalom itt van. Ht hdolj be halkan. Szzezer ve. Mindig ez a vge.
Tovbb nem tudok vrni. Mostmr megteszi brmi. Az lesz a veszted. Hogy rvnylik a tested. Az alkalom itt van. Ht hdolj be halkan. Szzezer ve. Mindig ez a vge.
rads. Partot ostroml lzads. Zg a vz. Csak hallgatom. A tenger elmossa tegnapom. Szl a vz. De mit beszl?. Rlad kne szljon minden zaj. Mita nem vagy velem.
I get the feelin' we've been left in the dark. About mysterious lights in the sky. The magnetic poles start to shift. The world is chargin' at the speed of light.
This is a call to all of those that I've been missin'. This is a call to all of those I used to know. I get so jaded and my blood begins to thicken down so low.
Don't touch the dial, there's static on the radio. We're on a frequency way below. And one day this signals gonna get through to you. We sent it out in 92, yeah, it's long overdue.
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Rain on my face. Tears on the window. Water down the drain. It's all the same. . Pain in the sky. Heart full of thunder. Now I'm under the weather. It's bound to change.
Hello?. Is my daughter there?. She's 15 years old. Blue eyes, blonde hair. She's been away from home 'bout two or three day. To locate Rikk Agnew in California.
Rip it up. . Like Clockwork Orange a bit of twenty on one. Breakin' heads don't sound like much fun. Is that your only way of gettin', of gettin' kicks.
These are the true tales. Glamour kisses. Junk mail. Meltdown glossies. A behind the scenes yard sale. And it's no secret anymore. There's a renegade planet to explore.
When all the love. Has turned to hate. How can we relate. When all the things we say. Are heard another way?. . When all the trust. Has turned to doubt.
I got a girl she likes classical. She likes Beethoven and don't we all. I've tried to tell her to teach her. to turn her on to Rossini. With a bang and a boom.