Make it in the city Do what you can Wave to the boy with a gun in his hand Hey Lollipop girls pave the street Stand in line to be in your limousine You
Maybe I'm a witch lost in time Running through the fields of Scotland by your side Kicked out of France but I still believe Taken to a land, far across
Purple sunset, orange moon I'm alone again without you I knew someone had to lose Kiss goodbye Go back to your separate life That you have with her Ashes
You said you wanted safer ground But you got caught up in the river I was there to save you boy But you'd rather drown You said you were unhappy But that
You went away Why did you leave me You know I believed you Nothing explained Where are the answers I know I need you Tell me Is your city paved with
Someone smashed my window Broke into my brand new car Last night Caught my boyfriend looking At another slender Pair of thighs Gotta make more money Gotta
Traveled far from my home Foreign streets paved with stone Deep in my dreams, Moroccan sand Now I sail my ship On dry land There is a light that Shines
If you don't treat me better If you don't treat me better Baby, I'll just run away, ohh yeah Baby, I don't know what drives you To play these silly games
Sweet love Hello Make a slave of me I should have more control Little dove Hello You take full advantage Of my open window When the cold of the night
"I don't know why I did it. Took the keys to my brother's car. Why should I hang around here anymore? Hey, just put my foot on the floor. Yeah." Sirens
Tama ni kera keladi ni mi tama konite na dougnalon -Tama tama gnogonte -...- Tama tama gnogonte tama.- Tama ni kera keladi ni mi tama konite na dougnalon
Bi sounkouroun lou la donkegna, ah, ah Bi kamberen lou la donkegna, ah, ah I madji I ma yele I kanan n'bila nara ro N'bo n'bolo bila Kanfalani yana sara
je dat het fout is gelopen Omdat je wilde schuilen in je eigen luchtkasteel Voor altijd en eeuwig refr. Voor altijd en eeuwig refr. Onbekende kant van de maan Onbekende kant
From Monty Python's "Live at the Hollywood Bowl" Transcribed by John Daley jdaley@picasso.ocis.temple.edu Immanuel Kant was a real pissant who was very
(was originally "zanz kant danz") Chorus: Vanz can't dance, but he'll steal your money, Watch him or he'll rob you blind. (x 4) Chorus Out
Instrumental Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
[Chorus:] Vanz can't dance, but he'll steal your money, Watch him or he'll rob you blind. (X 4) [Chorus] Out in the street a crowd is gatherin', Pushed
Storre vinst - mer produktion gifter sprids ut - och forpestar varan jord Det har ar priset vi far betala dom pultar livet ut mot avgrundens kant