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1998 |
1. | Hill Street Connection |
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4. | Swim Swan Swim |
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8. | My Name is Vlaovic |
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11. | Cat Nap |
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She's waking up
the mirror says
that her hair is
getting far too long
A coffee cup
to start the day
Better make sure
it's good and strong
To get her through
Got things to do
And now that the clock says eight
cannot be late
so hit the brakes
Lost all your friends
they've had enough
Couldn't watch
while you killed yourself
And you pretend
you gave them up
for a lifetime of cars and wealth
Misunderstood
Don't feel so good
And now that the clock says eight
cannot be late
so hit the brakes
I said hit the brakes
Misunderstood
Don't feel so good
And now that the clock says eight
gonna be late
so hit the brakes
I said hit the brakes
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I've never been to Rome
But I don't need to go
I don't need to go to know
Life would be sweet and slow
The traffic sign
The washing line
Down Holloway Road she goes
Wasting time
Just a little sleep
I need some dreams to keep
To keep my mind from running through
The stupid things I do
The shopping's done
the kettle's on
And if he calls today
I may come undone
Madeleine, could you explain? Madeleine, did she mention my name?
Somewhere in the East
A caravan rolled on
The waters flowed on through the town The rain fell on everyone
Madeleine, could you explain? Madeleine, did she mention my name?
Madeleine, could you explain? Madeleine, did she mention my name?
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Hey baby
I've been up all night
Trying to make sense of my life
Day's breaking
Things are getting bright
After all this time
And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me
4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear
4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here
So lately
I've been coming home
Sleepy, all alone
Don't hate me
Left here on my own
Staring at the phone
And any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happened to me
4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear
4:35 in the morning
I wish that you were here
4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear
I hear the phone
It's ringing loud
I'm coming alive
4:35
4:35
Yeah any fool could see
That you're the best thing
That's happenened to me
4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear
4:35 in the morning
Everything is clear
4:35 in the morning
4:35 in the morning
4:35
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Rain on the window pane
Thinking of you again
Had to phone
To check you're still on your own
Just when I'd thought you'd gone
I'm catching a train back home
Five to three
Playing a tape you made me
What are you looking for at the record fair?
What are you looking for?
Could you find me there?
Let me apologize
You know that I miss your eyes
Make me laugh
You know you make me laugh
What are you looking for at the record fair?
What are you looking for?
Could you find me there?
Go to the wall with me
Do you fancy some ginger tea?
Hearing your favourite band
You're holding both of my hands
What are you looking for at the record fair?
What are you looking for?
Could you find me there?
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A comic from the USA
Dream ticket for a Saturday
Saw an ad for a day-glo skeleton
Hey Dad, had a go about getting 'em?
You never there when I needed you
You never lent me a hand or two
And when you did you weren't much use
You didn't even know what a zipcode was
I never really saw the apes
Just said I did to save my face
Not impressed with my watch radio
Weighs a ton and it ain't stereo!
I never cried when Elvis died
Said I did but, hey, I lied
Born into X-ray vision
Then music, sex, religion
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Hearing tunes in other rooms
They stay, they stay like morning rays Summer in sound tumbling down
The sun around my face
Leaves are green like tambourines
A walk, a walk in morning dew
Soul in the breeze
Places like these
The times I shared with you
Can we slow it down, slow it down
I'm afraid to go home
I'm afraid to go home
Can we slow it down, slow it down Scared of being alone
Scared to answer the phone
I'm afraid to go home
Ocean view is drowned in blue
The waves, the waves against the shore
Say I don't care but knowing he's there
I'll pour a couple more
Can we slow it down, slow it down
I'm afraid to go home
I'm afraid to go home
Can we slow it down, slow it down
I'm afraid to go home
I'm afraid to go home
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Transcribed by Jamie Fletcher
I wake up every morning, and there before my eyes.
I find my little darling, sighing good looking sighs.
I kiss his nice face, good morning sir !
He smiles and pulls me closer, says it's me he's living for.
Chorus;
La la la la, la la la, la la la.
I feel his arms wrapped around me.
La la la la, la la la, la la la.
He gives me love, la la la.
He comes every evening, for sure work gets him down.
But right there in the doorway, you know he aint got no frown.
My heart begins to bump, I open the door.
He takes me in his arms, hey !, how could ask for anything more ?
Chorus x4.
Credits
Composition:
De La Calva
Arcusa
Julien
Vocals:
Sarah Cracknell
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