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A boy like me is told he is both nine and ninety and
A boy like me should shut those books join the army
but a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace
i want total chaos and a holiday home in the east
A boy like me should know much better
than to raise his flag in stormy weather
but i just cant get enough electric shocks

I turn out the light,
We kiss goodnight.
And weary waiting,
Weary waiting to come closer,
Closer to where we belong.

Outside, the city children brandish,
Sharp, their knives - sharpen knives,

As the bell tower blocks the summer light
All the seeds in our garden fight
To break and blossom, all to be adored
And look, your skirt is torn
And there's blood on our sheets
As comes the long arm of the law
Fist tight, banging on the door
And knocking me down on its way in

As the belltower blocks the sunlight
All the seeds in our garden fight
To break and blossom all to be adored
And look your skirt is torn
And there's blood on my sheets

В то время как колокольня закрывает солнце
Все зёрна в нашем саду борются

She kisses him on Bermondsey Street and,
Rises high on the balls of her feet.
Declares this the greatest love of the century.

He fumbles for a wedding ring,
She's no, no clone from Vogue Magazine.
She is complex in all her complexions,
Love is here to heal.

Nunca se olvida
Que siempre viva

Lusy's bitten
Neck is bleeding bad
The teeth have long departed
Yet the desire burns strong
On in desire for destruction

And I walked west Sussex sunlight
Up by dead man’s pool
Where ma, mudlark and Lewes
Stared me down you drunken fool
Old teenage debts engulfed my chest
As I contemplate death
I put a challenge to its glamours
And all its loss and glory

I wake at dusk to go alone
without a light
to the unknown
i want this night inside of me
i want to feel
i want this speeding
i want that speeding

Lucy, remember
The smell of that fall
The fires of fungus
And the rotting leaves

I fell off the wagon
Into your arms
Into this long month of Sundays

Awake yon' minister
There is message to be delivered
Awake young passenger
Awake your country

You're going to need to find some strength now to
Wake up!

black rain
floods the downs
ferrets burrow
moles make mound
'round your bones
deep underground
but nobody knows
nobody knows

Since I met you
This house has started to decay
And every wall that once was clean
Has turned a shade of grey

So much to rescue
So much you just can’t understand
Now the streets are dark and empty

You’ll be filled, filled with the good things again
You’ll be fulfilled, you’ll be filled full

When I lived in Olympia
I would drink myself to sleep
Sleepwalk in coma deep

When I lived in Olypmia

I used to say just follow your heart
But my heart always led me in circles
And I used to say just follow your dreams
But my dreams always led me to murder

So now I don’t say nothing at all
I just bow my head to the battle
A thousand miles above our heads

Partners

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Danity Kane Lyrics
Leona Lewis Lyrics
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Paroles De Chansons

Get lost…

We could go to the cinema
Big effects and big name stars
And we could go to that private view
But darling, these days, my favourite view is you

Let’s just bin the invitations

While I’m asleep
My spirit crawls out
Of my belly button
And goes down to the sea

To gather the wind
The wires and the shore
To wander the hills

Ten miles I've walked today
Along the shore
I saw your ghost again
The seasoning and birds gather to go
And I laid down at the top of a cliff
Confessed my sins into the wind
And the sky lay a feather in my mouth

As they
Dig your ditches
Count my stitches
Generation justice wishes for
World at war
Final score
Media come and abhor us

Oh, I love this house, I love this house
Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known
Oh, I love to hear those conquers fall
Smash them on in suffolk stone.

And I love that here you live with me
Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known
Cos I've been too long a lonely man

And am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown -
A land of deepest shade,
Unpierced by human thought,
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot?

The work is done and the record pressed
Now you’re doing battle with the fickle press
You’ve got to strike the hammers and pull the bow
And another fool is just another show

It’s all the same
And you’ve seen it before

Sundark on darker streets
It’s violent times for weary feet
Carjackers and bullet showers
A yellow sign, too many fools in power

But see, I will be gone by morning
My dear friend, I lost a fight
Forget me

I was once a boy.
till i cut my penis off
and i grew a hairy skull
of stubborn fire

then i was a girl.
till i sewed my hole up
and i grew a hairy heart

Magpie, was it you who stole the wedding ring?
Or what other thieving bird would steal such hope away?
Magpie, I am lost among the hinterland,
Caught among the bracken and the fern,
And the boys who have no name.

there's No Name For Us
But Still We Sing

It was a day not to forget
The sun shone golden apples through the wheatfields
We wandered dappled lanes up to the house your brother said was haunted
Someone once had been murdered there
You gave me kiss I’ll never regret

I’ll be loving you for all my time
Be the one that walks beside you

There passed a summer
Where our children went to war
With conviction without cause
Furnaces in the borough I was born

Dreaming echelons
Above my station

[I hear you...but I'm not afraid of you]
[I'm not afraid of you]

Father, where's my gun?
Now that the war has begun
Oh let me go it alone
I need no one
I said I need no one

It's wonderful what a smile can hide
If the teeth shine right and it's nice and wide
It's so magical what you can keep inside
And if you bury it deep no one can find a thing, no.

So come on now, open wide, open up now.
Don't you think it's time
To look back at that boy on his way to school

It was seven in the morning when the spark
began to give. the bath was spilling over, my
self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country
to start it all again and found myself in paris in
the cemetery rain.

dear anne came to me and took me by the arm
showed me old disasters embedded in the palm

Caught in the drifting years
Between my youth
And adulthood
Must I slow down now?

Between the breaking wave
And the ghost of this towns glory days
And the pelican suspension

I was stumbling into battle
I was walking into walls
Till I walked myself to Peter
And I let my shadows fall

He’s a boy who never ages
Rides a goat around the lake
He’s a friend who never falters

London, did you have to take my child away?
You buried him under rent and low pay
I’ve been cycling in circles ’round your empty streets
I’ve been searching in the pouring rain

I’ve been going alone to the cinema
I’ve been stealing all my food from the Electric Avenue
Now the pigeons gather ’round my feeding hand

Pumpkin Soup

Sometimes in the evening i find a green spot in this town
And i hide myself thinking of those circling skies
It takes me back to another time of duffel coats
And drawing lines in the late september evening sand

The pumpkin soup on the table the late september sun

If the world is wearing
You sing, sing, sing
If the day is darkening
You sing, sing, sing

Sing from the bottom of your heart
Sing blossom every broken part
Sing, come on, sing

Before you, I was living,
In my silver first kitchen.
Fruit fly clouds breathing,
No hope, no religion.

A nightmare on Haslett Road,
I was too young to weep from the road.
Too proud for help, too scared to grow,

Last winter you came home
From an island of fire and stone
With fire to relight the life you lost
And stones to weigh out the heavy cost
And the damage

You put my hand to your heart
And ran right hrough your history

On the night train
From the city to the south
I saw spirits
Crawl across the river mouth
In skewed ascension
With no destination
Like this lone bachelor in me
This constant yearning

Hey rich man...
No one will wear my silver ring

Poor little turtle dove
sitting up in pine,
Mourning for your own true love,
Why not me for mine,
why not, why not me for mine?

I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed
you gave me shoes and pretty clothes,
and i gave you what i had between my legs
Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said
"I'm gonna be your right of passage,
so boy you better spread, spread em"

You said..

I was still a child when you caught me and tied me to your bed
you gave me shoes and pretty clothes, and i gave you what i had between my legs
Just a rite of passage, you held me down and said
"I'm gonna be your right of passage, so boy you better spread, spread em"

You said.."run run run as fast as you can but you cant run run from the childcatchers hands"

I wrote your name in my shit across the town to warn the kids of your bloodshed

won't let the city destroy our love
won't let the city destroy our love

you know i
i hate to see you crying
but when you open up to me
i take you in my arms
wish you the top, top, top, top of the mornin'

The days, passing days
I see the steeple and trace to the spire
And the sunset
Deepening red
Phoenix and the firefly

And the time stops
Rush hour traffic slows

Looking up, up, up for us.
Finally.

Hey, hey!
Down in the foundry we forge for us the changing bell.
Turn your back against the wind,
Spit down the wishing well.
With nothing left to waste but opportunity,

Summer in San Francisco,
Kissing chlorine in the swimming pool.
Out of fuel, at the Phoenix Motel.
I slept alone again that night,
And sweet dreams of Mother Ireland,
And Father Albion.

Sweet dream that you'll come near,

Drawing a line
A ship in a harbour
Yes I will go
I’ll be going there soon

A blue map of Cornwall
Up on a bedroom wall
Drawing a line

There’s this one hair on my head
And I’m not sure with it.. what to do
It has avoided the stylish hairdresser
And not succumb to cheap shampoo

And no matter how I crimp, bleach and dye
It cannot change… It will not compromise
It’s as stubborn as a concrete block

The motorway won't take a horse
The wanderer has found a course to follow
The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time
The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine

Oh no, not me.

The circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed

The motorway won't take a horse
The wanderer has found a course to follow
The traveller unpacked his bags for the last time
The troubadour cut off his hand and now he wants mine

Oh no, not me.

The circus girl fell off her horse and now shes paralysed

So let the people talk
It's Monday morning walk
Right past the fabulous mess we're in
It's gonna be a beautiful day
So do the bluebirds sing
As I take your hand
And you take my kiss
And I take the world

I could make home here
In good time
But if good time is a gift
Not long to be mine
That’s fine
I’ll seize the day

Make life as traveler

There's a house by the rails that I know
In a valley on its own
With trains and bones and birds in the yard where the wild nettles grow.
Growing over the door
Growing up through the walls
Growing up, growing over
A treasure to be told.

I saw I saw the stars tonight
Mama, I saw the stars tonight

Mama I saw the stars tonight
Orion, the plow, the burning bright
Cannot recall where I drove
An empty lane, the lonely road home.
I saw, I saw my star tonight

Tower Bridge
Is closing
And all of Bermondsey
Is asleep

Streetlight walks the waters
Rising fast and dark and deep

left, right
left, right and
left, right
left, right and

...

weary from the war as I stumble into fortune

The storm blows around
This harbour town
I listen to its wind as a choir
The shipping forecast is crackling
Like wet wood upon a fire

And time slows and slips away
The tourists come around in May

From the east to the south
I tongue the roof of my mouth
To new days of doubt without you
First gear, I face the trouble ahead
Final word has been said
Long distance spread between us
I tell myself to

Tremors of dark heart
Depart as you come near
Underneath the orchard
Branches bare
Better the bitter cold
For into your hands to fold
Semaphore your sorrow
I'll decipher code

The day our house collapsed
I went down stream
I followed the swans
Like i follow my dreams

oh! i was living on borrowed time in a
borrowed house for a borrowed crime
in need of help i came to your door

Alone, again in Paris,
Travel drained, I write to you.
You've been on my mind,
Cold days, long nights.

A rooftop in Berlin,
I call, confess the state I'm in.
These cities, this view,

There is a hollow space
Under the pavement
Wherever you happen to walk

You wake up at night
And see the light in the basement
Through the crack in the floor

Vulture!

Down.
Down.

Losing my head to Hollywood
My liver to London
My youth to Tokyo

Wind in the wires
It’s the sigh of wild electricity
I’m on the edge of a cliff
Surpassing
Comfort and security

But here comes a gale
A crippling anger

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