last, (chorus) i feel like im stranded here with, no-one to rescue me abanded by everyone i need, i feel like you played me, i feel like im such a fool, left stranded
The girls on the beach On the beach you'll find them there In the sun and salty air The girls on the beach Are all within reach If you know what to do
Verse 1: Feelings... emotions You cant fight it gotta mind of its own Watchin... hoping That as you pass my way someday you'll be mine I wish that I could
THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing. To
In Spanien am Strand von Las Chapas da blieb ich stehn und dachte: Was ist das? Ein blondes Mädchen schön und braun gebrannt lag dort im heiaen
alles anders denn wir sind mittendrin es dreht sich nur um uns und es ist nichts wie bisher und das macht uns zu bruedern mit dem tag am mehr du spuerst
The only thing I ever made in my life was a fist The only thing that ever proved that I exist Broken glass looks best when the sun's goin' down Take it
und aus dem Dunkel der Nacht kommt der Tag der Tag an dem ich dich wiederseh'. Am weißen Strand von San Angelo ... Am weißen Strand von
There's a faraway Island neath the silvery moonlight Just a paradise of dreams across the sea There's a maiden all alone and still waitin' On that old
I urged for a walk in the garden on a tranquil Dawn in June The silence caused by man himself And chaos by the moon The snake was dragged In leather black
In our Minds eye... Certainty All powerful Beyond blindness and fear... Confident Fused with vanity, Arrogant Propelled by scorn. Foresight Relegated
more I need But I am growing tired of the lies And I don't need you CHORUS: I'm stranded Changed my mind Wishin' I could turn back time I'm stranded
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don't want to
foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the
loved ones Who always stood by me Stranded in the wasteland Set my spirit free My name is Leonard Peltier I am a Lakota and Anishnabe And I am living
Now I'ma do this thing like it ain't done before Never leave the game stranded, I had to give more I'ma give you what you want, what you waitin' for?
coming closer And it's coming closer You shimmy shook my bone leaving me stranded all in love on my own Do you think of me? Where am I now? Baby where
it's hard to know where I stand It's hard to know where I am Well, maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand Sometimes I get the feeling that I'm stranded