Instant Karma's gonna get you. Gonna knock you right on the head. You better get yourself together. Soon you're gonna be dead. . What in the world you thinking of?.
She came in out of the rain. Her eyes reflecting all my sorrow and pain. I tried to turn her away. Said 'Get out! Wait a minute, won't you stay?'. . [Chorus:].
Go!. . I'm still wondering how I could have said. All the wrong things at the wrong time. And how you managed to keep your head. When I got - way out of line.
Anytime I want I got a right to move. No matter what they say. Anytime I want I got a right to move. No matter what they say. . Honey, I got a right, a right to move.
There is a house in New Orleans. They call, 'The Rising Sun'. And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy. And God I know, I'm one. . My mother was a tailor.
Bombers in the sky. No one's asking why. We have to duck and cover. When the bullets start to fly. . When the bullets start to fly. We have to duck and hide.
You said, I'm a shore, I can build our castles out of sand. The day, I got washed away and it's a long walk home again. . I should have known, the look on your face.
We slipped up tripping. Over words we shouldn't say. But then tomorrow. We'll start over anyway. Tonight close your eyes. Give up the fight tonight. .
There's a box under his bed. that he never opens up. but tonight he pulls it out. cause he's come to look for. evidence of what he fears:. senseless tears.
Saturday sweet. Or was it Sunday Blue?. We scattered seeds. And the day grew. Throwing caution to the wind. And danger dances on the land's end. . Tripping over air.
In fact. You're sorry that. You ever had to go. But you won't go back. You know and. It's sad. It's all you had. You never had to give it away. . Countdown.
You. Your life's an endless mission. Blind to the consequences. While earthly poisons. Drain the lifeblood out of you. . You're living like a candle. And if it burns too quickly.
Mr. Wallace Wood. So life's not very good?. But it's real. So please just let me know. If you're ready to go. If it's real. . Hello kid Cobain. I can feel the pain.
Seventeen. Claiming absolution. To perceptions of the world. You believe. The evidence is clear. The truths you hold so dear. You'll always be the same.
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.
Penelope, I guarantee. You've never seen a thing like this. Gravity has taken leave from my bedroom. You must come. You must come and see me. I'm bouncing high above my bed.
Miserlou mou i glikia sou i matia. floga mou exei anapsei mes stin kardia. ahh yiahampimpi ahh yialeleliii aahhh. ta dio soy hili stazoune meli oimee.
It's that way with me sometimes. When I catch a fever, tripping starry-eyed over a face. In a lonely dim caf?br> I can stare for hours (only minutes relatively).
And so goodbye. Sweet words do ring. Another day. Our hopes will bring. . To jaded hearts. And Sundays blue. When love arrives. It changes you. . Sometimes it's tangible.