embiggen Posted January 13, 2006 Share Posted January 13, 2006 Feel a bit roughed up, feel a bit frightenedNearly pin it down some timeRed sail action wake up in the wrong townBoy, I really get around Thunder oceanThunder oceanRed sails take me, make me sail along Red sails, and a mast so tallRed sailRed sail Do you remember we another personGreen and black and red and so scaredGraffiti on the wall kept us all in tuneBringing us all back home Red sailsThunder oceanRed sailsSailor can't dance like you, ooh, yooou Ahh, red sailRed sail actionRed sailSome reaction Action boy seen living under neonStruggling the foreign tongueRed sails make him strongAction make him sail alongLife stands still and stares The hinterland, the hinterlandWe're gonna sail to the hinterlandIt's far far, far far far, far far far awayIts a far far, far far fa, da da da, da da da Link to post Share on other sites
greg Posted January 13, 2006 Share Posted January 13, 2006 Now, usualy i dont do this but uh... gone head and give em a lil preview of the remix no im not tryin to be rude,but hey pretty girl im feelin youthe way you do the things you doremind me of my Lexus coupthats why im all up in yo grilltryina get you to a hotelyou must be a foot ball coachthe way you got me playin the field so baby gimme that toot tootand lemme give you that beep beeprunnin her hands through my 'frobouncin on 24'swhile they say on the radio... this is the remix to ignitionhot and fresh out the kitchenmama rollin that bodygot evey man in her wishinsippin on coke and rumim like so what im drunkits the freakin weekend babyim about to have me some fun Bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounce-bounceBounce-bounce-bounce- c'mon now its like murder she wroteonce i get you out them clothesprivacy is on the doorstill they can hear you screamin moregirl im feelin what you feelinno more hopin and wishinim bout to take my key andstick it in the ignition so gimme that toot tootlemme give you that beep beeprunnin her hands through my 'frobouncin on 24'swhile they say on the radio... this is the remix to ignitionhot and fresh out the kitchenmama rollin that bodygot evey man in her wishinsippin on coke and rumim like so what im drunkits the freakin weekend babyim about to have me some fun crystall poppin in the stretch navigatorwe got food every whereas if the party was catoredwe got fellas to my lefthonnies on my rightwe bring em both together we got drinkin all nightthen after the show its the (after party)and after the party its the (hotel lobby)and round about 4 you gotta (clear the lobby)then head take it to the room and freak somebody can i get a toot tootcan i get a beep beeprunnin her hands through my 'frobouncin on 24'swhile they say on the radio... this is the remix to ignition(c'mon)hot and fresh out the kitchen(yeah) mama rollin that bodygot evey man in her wishinsippin on coke and rumim like so what im drunkits the freakin weekend babyim about to have me some fun this is the remix to ignition(c'mon)hot and fresh out the kitchen(yeah) mama rollin that bodygot evey man in her wishinsippin on coke and rumim like so what im drunkits the freakin weekend babyim about to have me some fun girl we off in this jeepfoggin windows upblastin the radioin the back of my truckbouncin up and downstroke it round and roundto the remixwe just thuggin it out... Link to post Share on other sites
MrRain422 Posted January 13, 2006 Share Posted January 13, 2006 He's got fasting black lungsMade of clove splintered shardsThey're the kind that will talk Through a weezing of coughs And I hear himEvery nightIn every poreAnd every time he just makes me warm Freeze without an answerFree from all the shameMust I hide'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone Look at how they flock to himFrom an isle of open soresHe knows that the taste is suchSuch to die for And I hear himEvery nightOn every streetThe scales that do slitherDeliver me from Freeze without an answerFree from all the shameThen I'll hide 'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone Said I'm, said I'm, said I'mSaid I'm bloodshot for surePale runs the ghostSwollen on the shoreSwollen on the shore Every nightIn every poreThe scales that do slither Deliver me from Freeze without an answerFree from all the shameThen I'll hide'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone Freeze without an answerFree from all the shameLet me die'Cause I'll never, never sleep alone Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 14, 2006 Share Posted January 14, 2006 Don't need people, what good are people?People just get in the way.Just take everything I said for the past three years,Put it in a box, throw the key away. Don't need reasons, cause there's no reason,For you to be here with me.Let's take everything we own, and throw it in the lock,We'll start again today. You just keep carrying on, carrying on.And don't be long. Soon can't be soon enough,You can't be you enough,Soon can't be soon enough for me. Don't need notebooks, what good are notebooks?They won't help me survive.I'll be your milky bar kid, Your sweet honey lips,As long as you've got eyes. You just keep carrying on, carrying on.And don't be long. Soon can't be soon enough,You can't be you enough,Soon can't be soon enough for me. We don't need this junk to survive,We don't need this junk in our lives Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted January 16, 2006 Share Posted January 16, 2006 She used to work in a dinerNever saw a woman look finerI used to order just to watchher float across the floorShe grew up in a small townNever put her roots downDaddy always kept movin',so she did too. Somewhere on a desert highwayShe rides a Harley-DavidsonHer long blonde hairflyin' in the windShe's been runnin' half her lifeThe chrome and steel she ridesCollidin' withthe very air she breathesThe air she breathes. You know it ain't easyYou got to hold onShe was an unknown legendin her timeNow she's dressin' two kidsLookin' for a magic kissShe gets the far-away lookin her eyes. Somewhere on a desert highwayShe rides a Harley-DavidsonHer long blonde hairflyin' in the windShe's been runnin' half her lifeThe chrome and steel she ridesCollidin' with the veryair she breathesThe air she breathes. Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted January 16, 2006 Share Posted January 16, 2006 I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets inAnd stops my mind from wanderingWhere it will go I'm filling the cracks that ran through the doorAnd kept my mind from wanderingWhere it will go And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrongI'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong See the people standing there who disagree and never winAnd wonder why they don't get in my door I'm painting my room in a colourful wayAnd when my mind is wanderingThere I will go And it really doesn't matter if I'm wrongI'm rightWhere I belong I'm rightWhere I belong Silly people run around, they worry meAnd never ask me why they don't get past my door I'm taking the time for a number of thingsThat weren't important yesterdayAnd I still go Fixing a hole where the rain gets inStops my mind from wanderingWhere it will go Link to post Share on other sites
lizish Posted January 17, 2006 Share Posted January 17, 2006 On the outskirts of expansion, looking out from Blueprint peakThe flow is flooding of urban setters panning through rivers running dry.Numbers roll on in, smiling a lottery grin, a sadness blurs the eye...It's just a matter of time before they're moving onIt's just a matter of time before they're moving onDoesn't take much time for plans to go wrongand chase another ghost of a chance.In the shadows of chain-store ghost townswhere no one walks the streets at night,a silent nation hooked on medication,stares into a blue flickering light.the young drift off aloneand the old are whisked awayand prospects keep looking up,but the line's getting longer on the lost highway,the line's getting longer on the superstition highwayDoesn't take much time for plans to go astrayand chase another ghost of a chanceThey say deep down inside, lie properties of a healingkind, If so it'd better come around soonand do a little bit of service and repairdo a little bit of service and repairdo a little more service and repairDoesn't take much time for plans to changeand offer up another chancefor a little bit more service and repairdo a little bit of service and repairDoesn't take much time for plans to changeand offer up another chanceat sewing the dream better suited for both soul andsoil. Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 17, 2006 Share Posted January 17, 2006 I can never calm you downAnd I can never turn you aroundAnd I could never bring you flowersAnd I could never turn you around I could be there when you're sleepingI could be inside your dreamsAnd I can be there when you're sleepingAnd I can be inside your dreamsOh yeah I, oh yeah Stand at the kitchen sinkFeeling a plastic moodBuildings have gotta changeCause baby you're a lunatic I could be there when you're sleepingI could be there in your dreamsAnd I could be there when you're sleepingAnd I could be inside your dreamsOh yeah I, oh yeah Stand at the kitchen sinkFeeling a plastic moodBuildings have gotta changeCause baby you're a lunatic I could be there when you're sleepingI could be there in your dreamsAnd I could be there when you're sleepingAnd I could be inside your dreamsOh yeah I, oh yeah Link to post Share on other sites
viatroy Posted January 17, 2006 Share Posted January 17, 2006 I keep a close watch on this heart of mineI keep my eyes wide open all the timeI keep the ends out for the tie that bindsBecause you're mine, I walk the line I find it very, very easy to be trueI find myself alone when each day is throughYes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for youBecause you're mine, I walk the line As sure as night is dark and day is lightI keep you on my mind both day and nightAnd happiness I've known proves that it's rightBecause you're mine, I walk the line You've got a way to keep me on your sideYou give me cause for love that I can't hideFor you I know I'd even try to turn the tideBecause you're mine, I walk the line I keep a close watch on this heart of mineI keep my eyes wide open all the timeI keep the ends out for the tie that bindsBecause you're mine, I walk the line Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted January 17, 2006 Share Posted January 17, 2006 All this talk of getting oldIt's getting me down my loveLike a cat in a bag, waiting to drownThis time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of meAs you lay down on your sideNow the drugs don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak'Cause I passed down my old streetAnd if you wanna show, then just let me knowAnd I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oohIf heaven calls, I'm coming, tooJust like you said,You leave my life, I'm better off dead All this talk of getting oldIt's getting me down my loveLike a cat in a bag, waiting to drownThis time I'm comin' down Now the drugs don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face again 'Cause baby, oohIf heaven calls, I'm coming, tooJust like you said,You leave my life, I'm better off dead But if you wanna show, just let me knowAnd I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't workThey just make you worseBut I know I'll see your face again Yeah, I know I'll see your face againYeah, I know I'll see your face againYeah, I know I'll see your face againYeah, I know I'll see your face again I'm never going down, I'm never coming downNo more, no more, no more, no more, no moreI'm never coming down, I'm never going downNo more, no more, no more, no more, no more Link to post Share on other sites
Fritz Posted January 18, 2006 Share Posted January 18, 2006 There once was a man who just couldn't cryHe hadn't cried for years and for yearsNapalmed babies and the movie love storyFor instance could not produce tearsAs a child he had cried as all children willThen at some point his tear ducts ran dryHe grew to be a man, the feces hit the fanThings got bad, but he couldn't cry His dog was run over, his wife up and left himAnd after that he got sacked from his jobLost his arm in the war, was laughed at by a whoreAh, but sill not a sniffle or sob His novel was refused, his movie was pannedAnd his big Broadway show was a flop He got sent off to jail; you guessed it, no bailOh, but still not a dribble or drop In jail he was beaten, bullied and buggeredAnd made to make license platesWater and bread was all he was fedBut not once did a tear stain his face Doctors were called in, scientists, tooTheologians were last and practically least They all agreed sure enough; this was sure no cream puffBut in fact an insensitive beast He was removed from jail and placed in a placeFor the insensitive and the insaneHe played lots of chess and made lots of friendsAnd he wept every time it would rain Once it rained forty days and it rained forty nightsAnd he cried and he cried and he cried and he cried On the forty-first day, he passed awayHe just dehydrated and died Well, he went up to heaven, located his dogNot only that, but he rejoined his armDown below, all the critics, they loot it all backCancer robbed the whore of her charm His ex-wife died of stretch marks, his ex-employer went brokeThe theologians were finally found out Right down to the ground, that old jail house burned downThe earth suffered perpetual drought Link to post Share on other sites
Oil Can Boyd Posted January 18, 2006 Share Posted January 18, 2006 II will be kingAnd youYou will be queenThough nothing willDrive them awayWe can beat themJust for one dayWe can be HeroesJust for one day And youYou can be meanAnd II'll drink all the time'Cause we're loversAnd that is a factYes we're loversAnd that is that Though nothingWill keep us togetherWe could steal timeJust for one dayWe can be HeroesFor ever and everWhat d'you say II wish you could swimLike the dolphinsLike dolphins can swimThough nothingWill keep us togetherWe can beat themFor ever and everOh we can be HeroesJust for one day II will be kingAnd youYou will be queenThough nothingWill drive them awayWe can be HeroesJust for one dayWe can be usJust for one day II can rememberStandingBy the wallAnd the gunsShot above our headsAnd we kissedAs though nothing could fallAnd the shameWas on the other sideOh we can beat themFor ever and everThen we can be HeroesJust for one day We can be HeroesWe can be HeroesWe can be HeroesJust for one dayWe can be HeroesWe're nothingAnd nothing will help usMaybe we're lyingThen you better not stayBut we could be saferJust for one day Link to post Share on other sites
M. (hristine Posted January 19, 2006 Share Posted January 19, 2006 Walk along the river, sweet lullaby.It just keeps on flowing,it don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no. Don't fly mister blue birdI'm just walking down the road,early morning sunshine tells me all I need to know. You're my blue sky, you're my sunny day.Lord, you know it makes me high when you turn your love my way,turn your love my way, yeah. Good old Sunday morningbells are ringing everywhere.Goin' to Carolina, it won't be long and I'll be there. Link to post Share on other sites
Dude Posted January 19, 2006 Share Posted January 19, 2006 I know she Link to post Share on other sites
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Elixir Sue Posted January 19, 2006 Share Posted January 19, 2006 Oh the night... here it comes again It's on with the jeans, the jacket and shirt How'd I end up feeing so bad For such a little girl And I hold you close in the back of my mind Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt And I'm too scared to know how I feel about you now Las cienega just smiled... "see ya around" And I hold you close in the back of my mind And raise my glass 'cause either way I'm dead Neither of you really help me to sleep anymore One breaks my body and the other breaks my soul La cienega just smiles as it waves goodbye Oh the night... here it comes againIt's off with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt How'd I end up feeling so bad For such a little girl And I hold you close in the back of my mind Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt And I'm too scared to know how I feel about you now How I feel about you now La cienega just smiles and says, "I'll see you around" Link to post Share on other sites
Albert Tatlock Posted January 20, 2006 Share Posted January 20, 2006 I never thought it would happen With me and the girl from Clapham Out on a windy common That night I ain't forgotten When she dealt out the rations With some or other passions I said you are a lady Perhaps she said I may be We moved into a basement With thoughts of our engagement We stayed in by the telly Although the room was smelly We spent our time just kissing The Railway Arms we're missing But love had got us hooked up And all our time it took up I got a job with Stanley He said I'd come in handy And started me on Monday So I had a bath on Sunday I worked eleven hours And bought the girl some flowers She said she'd seen a doctor And nothing now could stop her I worked all through the winter The weather brass and bitter I put away a tenner Each week to make her better And when the time was ready We had to sell the telly Late evenings by the fire With little kicks inside her This morning at 4:50 I took her rather nifty Down to an incubator Where thirty minutes later She gave birth to a daughter Within a year a walker She looked just like her mother If there could be another And now she's two years older Her mother's with a soldier She left me when my drinking Became a proper stinging The devil came and took me From bar to street to bookie No more nights by the telly No more nights nappies smelling Alone here in the kitchen I feel there's something missing I'd beg for some forgiveness But begging's not my business And she won't write a letter Although I always tell her And so it's my assumption I'm really up the junction Link to post Share on other sites
viatroy Posted January 20, 2006 Share Posted January 20, 2006 Never chew a pickleWith a little slap and tickleYou have to throw the stoneTo get the pool to ripple Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 20, 2006 Share Posted January 20, 2006 it's the bad way you feel today brush the dog as you walk away oh ther it is baby, you know that they feelthe same but they wave as you turn away got your mind but you cannot stay sooooobaby you say what...high as stragne as it feels today I better die it's the same anythought of you the sweet sweet soul...yeah yeah it's a man in a winter mood something about you (stop) baby(stop) da da (DAH) da da (stop) da da da oh fell the breeze our soul you see 'em saying ohhhhbaby they are saying...feel good just a storm is your heart try to raise some understanding see me standingthey are stone...gone is a problem we see today californ...california It's theway that you will be sorry, sorry is a man as he will be sorry sorry (stop) baby (stop) da da (stop) da da (stop)da da da da Link to post Share on other sites
Elixir Sue Posted January 20, 2006 Share Posted January 20, 2006 When you wake upFeelin' oldAt this piano filled with soulsSome strange purseStuffed nervous with goldCan you be where you want to be? Walk down any streetYou can findLook at any clock telling timeSing some strange verseFrom some strange song of vinesAnd you'll be where you want to be I know I can't singUntil she brings the song to lifeAnd I blend with kingsI'd never change a thing Who knows anythingI don't knowThere are so many thingsI must leave aloneSome strange person is calling you their homeCan you be where you want to be? Can you beWhere you want to be?Can you beWhere you want to be?Can you beWhere you want to be? Link to post Share on other sites
viatroy Posted January 22, 2006 Share Posted January 22, 2006 They're selling postcards of the hangingThey're painting the passports brownThe beauty parlor is filled with sailorsThe circus is in townHere comes the blind commissionerThey've got him in a tranceOne hand is tied to the tight-rope walkerThe other is in his pantsAnd the riot squad they're restlessThey need somewhere to goAs Lady and I look out tonightFrom Desolation Row Cinderella, she seems so easy"It takes one to know one," she smilesAnd puts her hands in her back pocketsBette Davis styleAnd in comes Romeo, he's moaning"You Belong to Me I Believe"And someone says," You're in the wrong place, my friendYou better leave"And the only sound that's leftAfter the ambulances goIs Cinderella sweeping upOn Desolation Row Now the moon is almost hiddenThe stars are beginning to hideThe fortunetelling ladyHas even taken all her things insideAll except for Cain and AbelAnd the hunchback of Notre DameEverybody is making loveOr else expecting rainAnd the Good Samaritan, he's dressingHe's getting ready for the showHe's going to the carnival tonightOn Desolation Row Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the windowFor her I feel so afraidOn her twenty-second birthdayShe already is an old maid To her, death is quite romanticShe wears an iron vestHer profession's her religionHer sin is her lifelessnessAnd though her eyes are fixed uponNoah's great rainbowShe spends her time peekingInto Desolation Row Einstein, disguised as Robin HoodWith his memories in a trunkPassed this way an hour agoWith his friend, a jealous monkHe looked so immaculately frightfulAs he bummed a cigaretteThen he went off sniffing drainpipesAnd reciting the alphabetNow you would not think to look at himBut he was famous long agoFor playing the electric violinOn Desolation Row Dr. Filth, he keeps his worldInside of a leather cupBut all his sexless patientsThey're trying to blow it upNow his nurse, some local loserShe's in charge of the cyanide holeAnd she also keeps the cards that read"Have Mercy on His Soul"They all play on penny whistlesYou can hear them blowIf you lean your head out far enoughFrom Desolation Row Across the street they've nailed the curtainsThey're getting ready for the feastThe Phantom of the OperaA perfect image of a priestThey're spoonfeeding CasanovaTo get him to feel more assuredThen they'll kill him with self-confidenceAfter poisoning him with words And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls"Get Outa Here If You Don't KnowCasanova is just being punished for goingTo Desolation Row" Now at midnight all the agentsAnd the superhuman crewCome out and round up everyoneThat knows more than they doThen they bring them to the factoryWhere the heart-attack machineIs strapped across their shouldersAnd then the keroseneIs brought down from the castlesBy insurance men who goCheck to see that nobody is escapingTo Desolation Row Praise be to Nero's NeptuneThe Titanic sails at dawnAnd everybody's shouting"Which Side Are You On?"And Ezra Pound and T. S. EliotFighting in the captain's towerWhile calypso singers laugh at themAnd fishermen hold flowersBetween the windows of the seaWhere lovely mermaids flowAnd nobody has to think too muchAbout Desolation Row Yes, I received your letter yesterday(About the time the door knob broke)When you asked how I was doingWas that some kind of joke?All these people that you mentionYes, I know them, they're quite lameI had to rearrange their facesAnd give them all another nameRight now I can't read too goodDon't send me no more letters noNot unless you mail themFrom Desolation Row Bob leaves me speechless sometimes. Link to post Share on other sites
MrRain422 Posted January 22, 2006 Share Posted January 22, 2006 There are men lost in jailCrowded fifty to a roomThere's too many rats in this cage of the worldAnd the women know their placeThey sit home and write lettersThen they visit once a yearWhen they both just sit there and stare See how we areGotta keep bars in between usSee how we areWe only sing about it once in every twenty yearsSee how we areOh, see how we are Now there are seven kinds of Coke500 kinds of cigarettesThis freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazyDown in AcapulcoWell, they don't give a damnAbout kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their feet See how we areHey man, what's in it for me?See how we areWe only sing about it once in every twenty yearsSee how we areOh, see how we are Well, this morning the alarm rang at noonAnd I'm trying to write this letter to youAbout how much I care and why I just can't be thereTo draw your bath and comb And comb your hair Last night in a nightspotWhere things ain't so hotMy friend said, "I met a boy and I'm in love"I said, "Oh really? What's this one's name?"She said, "His first name is Homeboy"I said "Could his last name be Trouble?" See how we areHey girl, I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw youSee how we areWe only sing about it once in every twenty yearsSee how we areOh see how we areYeah, see how we are Now that highway's coming throughSo you all gotta moveThis bottom rung ain't no fun at all'Cause now fires and rockhouses and grape-flavored rat poisonAre the new trinityFor this so-called community See how we areGotta keep bars on all of our windowsSee how we areWe only sing about it once in every twenty yearsSee how we areOh, see how we are See how we areYeah, see how we areOh, see how we are Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted January 22, 2006 Share Posted January 22, 2006 What are we gonna do now?Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew?'Cause they're working for the clampdownThey put up a poster saying we earn more than you!When we're working for the clampdownWe will teach our twisted speechTo the young believersWe will train our blue-eyed menTo be young believers The judge said five to ten-but I say double that againI'm not working for the clampdownNo man born with a living soulCan be working for the clampdownKick over the wall 'cause government's to fallHow can you refuse it?Let fury have the hour, anger can be powerD'you know that you can use it? The voices in your head are callingStop wasting your time, there's nothing comingOnly a fool would think someone could save youThe men at the factory are old and cunningYou don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'It's the best years of your life they want to steal You grow up and you calm downYou're working for the clampdownYou start wearing the blue and brownYou're working for the clampdownSo you got someone to boss aroundIt makes you feel big nowYou drift until you brutalizeYou made your first kill now In these days of evil presidentesWorking for the clampdownBut lately one or two has fully paid their dueFor working for the clampdownBut ha! Gitalong! Gitalong! And I've given away no secretsWho's barmy now? Link to post Share on other sites
GPARSUNDA Posted January 22, 2006 Share Posted January 22, 2006 You don't sing for children or their parentsIn the nighttime in a barYou sing for yourselfYou stand up for nothing as far as I can tellYou used to be a folker'til you went and tried to choke her You're a folk starYeah, yeah, yeahFolk star You don't wear no leatherDon't care whether or not you arriveOn the red carpetOn the charts with a string of broken heartsUsed to be a folker, 'til you tried to choke her You're a folk star, yeah you areFolk star, yeah you are Come onYou want it A hundred mandolins won't hide the man withinFolk star with your plastic red guitarFolk star with your plastic red guitarFolk star with your plastic red guitarFolk star, yeahI'm all rightI'm a folk star now Across the evening sky, all the birds are leavingBut how can they know it's time for them to go? "It's a dull, narrow town full of dull, narrow people who don't know anything except what things are like right around here. They have no perspective whatsoever, no scope. " Link to post Share on other sites
Sweet Papa Crimbo Posted January 22, 2006 Share Posted January 22, 2006 Say you stand by your manTell me something I don't understandYou said you love me and that's a factThen you left me, said you felt trapped Well some things you can explain awayBut my heartache's in me till this day Did you stand by meNo, not at allDid you stand by meNo way All the timesWhen we were closeI'll remember these things the mostI see all my dreams come tumbling downI won't be happy without you around So all alone I keep the wolves at bayThere is only one thing that I can say Did you stand by meNo, not at allDid you stand by meNo way You must explain why this must beDid you lie when you spoke to me Did you stand by meNo, not at all Now I got a jobBut it don't payI need new clothesI need somewhere to stayBut without all these things I can doBut without your love I won't make it through But you don't understand my point of viewI suppose there's nothing I can do Did you stand by meNo, not at allDid you stand by meNo way You must explain why this must beDid you lie when you spoke to me? Did you stand by meDid you stand by meNo, not at allDid you stand by meNo wayDid you stand by meNo, not at allDid you stand by meNo way Link to post Share on other sites
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