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So your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
And beat the charts outta me
She wants to move a million units man
Probably just to prove she can
And after a couple of hits
She'll be buying a new pair of mitts
I can see just where she's heading
She's as predictable as armageddon
Oh, they don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
No, they don't make 'em like they used to
- you should have just stuck with me
Your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
And live in primrose hell
She'll join the meritocracy
And get to meet all of rocks aristocracy
And be someone everyone knows
Who all the designers send all their new clothes
But when she starts to look like Kylie Minogue
She might even get her picture in Vogue
Baby they don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
No, they don't make 'em like they used to
- you should have just stuck with me
Your baby wants to be a popstar
Probably just to spite me
She thinks it's so easy to get to the top
But a girl like that, she won't know where to stop
And when her most recent therapist
Suggests that maybe she become a buddhist
She might even consider giving up red meat
Man, you're gonna look back to when your life was so sweet
You know, they just don't make 'em like they used to
No, they don't make 'em like they used to, baby
They just don't make 'em like they used to
Yeah - you should have just stuck with me
You should have just stuck with me, baby
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here you go
way too fast
dont slow down
gonna crash
you should watch
watch your step
dont lookout
gonna break your neck
so shut - shut your mouth
cos im not listening anyhow
ive had enough - enough of you
you know to last a lifetime through
so what do you want of me
got no words of sympathy
and if i go around with you
you know that i'll get messed up too with you
with you
nana nana na nana nana naaaaa
nana nana na nana nana naaaaa
here you go
way too fast
dont slowdown
gonna crash
you dont know
whats been going down
youve been running
allover town
so shut - shut your mouth
cos im not listening anyhow
ive had enough - enough of you
you know to last a lifetime through
so what do you want of me
got no cure for misery
and if i go about with you
you know that ill get messed up too with you
with you
nana nana na nana nana naaaa
nana nana na nana nana naaaa.....
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We
Watch each other even when we sleep
For some small protection
It's a promise we keep
Love
Is hard to define
It runs in circles round the mind
But a circle
Ain't a circle
If it's not complete
Oh
Love me from the heart down
If it hurts or if it's bliss
Love me from the heart down
Reveal me with a kiss
My senses must compete with a brain that lets me down
Down down
We
Satisfy each other but the hunger still remains
You sink into my flesh
Like a knife
When day comes to an end
We take off all our clothes
And stand naked
Face to face
With real life
Oh
Love me from the heart down
Get me on the floor
Love me from the heart down
Go under and then come back for more
Analytical patter
Gives love the run around
Around
You can't hold a theory
Won't you love me
Love me from the heart down
We
Misconstrue intentions
When there's distance in between
Longing hurts the teeth
Like something sweet
When
You're not here with me
You become a memory
Thic aching feels like some kind
Of defeat
Oh
Love me from the heart down
Get me on the phone
Love me from the heart down
Lie and say you're
Coming home
True confessions need the make-up
Of a clown
Smiles are deceiving
Won't you love me
Love me from the heart down
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If this is public transportation
What are you doing here?
Royalty and people like thee
Should queue up in the rear
My patience has worn thin
My tyres are gonna explode
Yeah, yeah
Every time I try to get close to you
You throw nails in the road
This is a sticky situation
Will require a measure of tact
We just don't like to mix it with you all
It's a cultural fact
My patience has worn thin
My tyres are gonna explode
Yeah, yeah
Every time I try to get close to you
You throw nails in the road
This is a clean up job
Everybody grab a mop
You wanna further your position
Well look what floats on top
On top
Well there's class and then there's class
But we're above all that
The butcher and the baker and the thief and the witch
And the aristocrat
My patience has worn thin
My tyres are gonna explode
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I try to get close to you
You throw nails in the road...
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When we meet again
Just refer to me as "back then"
Or pretend not to recall
Ever knowing me at all
Or hanging round my door
Begging for more
When you begin
Playing to win
That's when the losers rush in
I got better than you
At jumping the queue
To get closer to seeing who's who
A man without a home
Is never alone
Well, just look at what he's got
The whole parking lot
In those unsheltered places
There's always other faces
Take mine for a start
It's like a modern work of art
Disturbing and lacking in heart
I got better than you
At jumping the queue
To get closer to seeing who's who
Must be so wonderful
Being you every day
Oh, it must be so wonderful
Always getting your way
A common dialogue
Is the best thing that you'll get
From ther woman you call your wife
So try not to forget
To tear out and burn
The things you unlearn
Your future exists
In her shopping lists
Please call your office
I got better than you
At jumping the queue
To get closer to seeing who's who
I got better than you
I got better than you
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I walk the streets at night
Under artifical light
Looking for somewhere to live
I've been on the east side
Where a lady can reside
But I'm waiting for you
Waiting for you
In the falling rain
Oh, heal me
Heal me again
What's the cost of fame?
What's in a name?
Maybe, can you
Vibrate and clarify
So that even lowly I
Can find the road that leads to you
In the falling rain
Oh, heal me
Heal me again
One more little heartache
One more little heartache
One more little earthquake
Wash me down
Wash me down
Ghostly memory
Come back to me
Fill me and then
Take me to your grave
I promise to behave
And let me in the whole of you
In the falling rain
Oh, heal me
Heal me again
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There was a time you thought I was in love with you.
Well think again, you can't read my thoughts.
You're so pretty I'd like to break your smile in two.
You're so correct I'd like to disconnect the dots.
You're such a child, but you're not innocent
Another kid for rent.
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Why did you send me roses? Save them for someone's death.
The love you have to offer is only baby's breath.
There was a time I thought you were magnificent
But you've got nothing to have or to hold.
You're so pensive but your thoughts are insignificant.
Wrap 'em up, another 20 billion sold.
You think you're wild and know what danger means
In your designer jeans.
Why did you send me roses? Save them for someone's death.
The love you have to offer is only baby's breath.
I'd like to have you alone tonight and rearrange your mind.
I'd like to have you, but I know I'd be wasting my time.
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You believed in me
when you had nothing to gain
you stood by me
you walked out in the falling rain
to find me
waiting in the shadows behind me
baby please
please
won't you do it one more time
do it one more time
do it one more time
please
won't you do it one more time
you stayed when no one else would
when i was delayed you understood
i've done some low down things
alright but you said i was good
i couldn't forgive myself
but you could
won't you please
please
won't you do it one more time
do it one more time
do it one more time
please
won't you do it one more time
i know i've made you promises
then i forget
i've let you down darling
i'm forever in your debt
in my darkest hour i've
turned you out
but when the mood has passed
you came back in spite of me
saying "this love, this love was meant to last"
oh baby
won't you please
won't you do it one more time
do it one more time with feeling
oh baby
please
won't you do it one more time
one more time
please
won't you do it one more time
with feeling
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Legalise me
Oh, I want the legal right to be me
Only me
Legalise me
Bail me, jail me
But they're never gonna nail me
Pharmaceutically
I was sleeping like a baby in bed
When I woke up to a voice in my head
There's no room here, try down the road is what I said
I'm just a farmer and I grow marijuana
Oh, baby doll
Could you tell that I liked that
Oh, baby doll
We're gonna rattle your combinations
Up and down
Legalise me
Oh, I gotta, gotta, gotta feel free
Really free
Legalise me
Wake me, shake me
If they're gonna come and take me
Make it legally, yeah
I've been campaigning for the rights of the meek
Well, I've been holed up in a tree most of the week
Hey, sir, your crush boxes are starting to leak
They're saying never
But we'll wait here forever
And ever and ever and ever and ever and ever
Oh, baby doll
Could you tell that I liked that
Oh, baby doll
We're gonna rattle your combinations
Up and down
And if I wanna shake my hair in the sun
Don't try to flail me for offending anyone
I don't take prozac and I'll never own a gun
I'm just a farmer
But, I swear I'd never harm her
Oh, baby doll
Yeah
We're gonna rattle your combinations, baby
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When you came into my room last night
And took off all your clothes
Did you think I would resist
Letting you inside
Did you think I would resist you
My favourite samurai
You swam across the bedroom
Drunk on my champagne
You got into the air
Across the river Wye
And pushed aside your headstone
My favourite samurai
Then you showed me something
I didn't know
How to let go
I was falling
Through the Tivoli sky
Expecting to fly
Expecting to fly
When I stood beside your tomb last night
Recalling how you rose
Did you think I would persist
Refusing to die
See how I've persisted
Favourite samurai
Favourite samurai
My favourite samurai
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Si me dijeran pide un deseo,
preferiria un rabo de nube
que se llevara lo feo
y nos dejara el querube,
un barredor de tristezas,
un aguacero en venganza,
que cuando escampe parezca nuestra esperanza;
un barredor de tristezas,
un aguacero en venganza,
que cuando escampe parezca nuestra esperanza
...nuestra esperanza.
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Biker, they tell me
You're a dangerous lover
Well, that might be true
Oh, but I'd never ride with another
Maybe they've never had their arms around
Anything so wild and free
You bring the biker out in me
I can't understand it
Why people give you grief
You play the one-armed bandit
Like an outlaw with a belief
To them it's the norm for a man to conform
To a godless society
You bring the biker out in me
You bring the biker out in me
Because you've no interest
In the struggle to obtain
The status and bogus desires
That drive most people insane
You who have nothing have something that only
The one percent could ever see
You bring the biker out in me
You bring the biker out in me
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