should have let she be No one could believe that a girl like that She looks so real yet she makes me grieve But she's my scorcher, yeah, yeah, yeah Yes she's my scorcher
I know. I know. Come on. [Chorus:] My chain swings from the left to the right. I know. I take pics to the end of the night. I know. It Don't matter
Yeah, you listening? We went from the perfect couple To workless double We started out head over heels, Cinema, shopping, regular meals. It was life
Well I've no excuse What can I say I just stumble When you walk my way I can't help myself I can't help myself I can't help myself When I help myself
LAST TIME AROUND Well, a vial of love you used to save but even that's distilled away locked inside a closet made of sand. Well, the silver anesthetized
WHITE LIES Every evening when I walk through the door I hear the same old lies that I've heard before: you're going out for the evening, going out with
As I went out to meet my maker As I went down that narrow road The daughter of the local shaker Walked ahead of me whispering in my ear And singing this
Every time I look up at these pictures on the wall I think I hear you calling but there's no one there at all All the rooms are empty, dusty echoes in
I have found my freedom You will find me flyin' down a highway of gold My shirt sleeves are rolled Laying waste for a pot of gold I go fast 'till I'm
Well, I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women But not enough to give them my name
I went south I went west Trying to find the girl that I love best Up north and back east Trying to find a place to lay my feast I searched the heavens
BLANKET OF SORROW Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night. Dusty old travels and forty watt lights. But lovin' to you was like the sand in
You've seen enough of what the world can do I've seen too much of it without you So tell me now as far as we're concerned What would it take to make a
CHANGE THE TUNE All your old heroes are calling a bluff. Now you're out making messes in the name of love. All your old newspapers collecting dust, there
Traduzione: Hellraiser. Giornata torrida.
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