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Now you see me, now you don t Go before I am the goat You get away with murder Kill me when you re through Do I have to give up me To be loved by you You get away with murder What do I have to do Do I have to give up me To be loved by you From the smallest taste I use From the smallest taste I lose Won t you crush on me Pile your dead on top of me Tape my eyes so I can t see You get away with murder Kill me when you re through Do I have to give up me To be loved by you You get away with murder What do I have to do Do I have to give up me To be loved by you From the smallest taste I use From the smallest taste I lose Won t you crush on me I ve been waiting for today I can t touch you when you re far away Nothing makes me feel this way Except hate but that fades away From the smallest taste I use From the smallest taste I lose Won t you crush on me I ve been waiting for today I can t touch you when you re far away Nothing makes me feel this way Except hate but that fades away

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I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe,
Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe,
Black and strong! Black and strong!

I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
I really need a cup of coffee, go get me a cupajoe
Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe,
Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe, Cupajoe,
Black and strong! Black and strong!

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I try to imagine the best place I¹ve been
Can I go back again ?
Open my eyes, what was no longer exists,
I can¹t go back again
I like to pretend that nothing has changed
And never went too far
But it started to lose me like a four-hour movie
I¹d already seen
Holding onto my memory of what this used to be
Holding onto my memory of you

Sometimes I tell myself that things are O.K.
Another lie but it makes me feel better
Never as old as I was today
I¹m gonna breakdown

In American Pompeii
In American Pompeii
Break myself just to live this way
Never as old, as I was today
American Pompeii

Look in my eyes and see how sick I feel
About what you¹ve become
Filthy and twisted like you never existed
I know what you were
Your beaty forgotten under mountains of schism
I don¹t want to climb
Giving up my memory of what this used to be
Giving up my memory of you

Sometimes I tell myself that things are O.K.
Another lie but it makes me feel better
Never as old as I was today
I¹m gonna breakdown

In American Pompeii
In American Pompeii
Break myself just to live this way
Never as old, as I was today
American Pompeii

Try to imagine the best place I¹ve been
Can I go back again
Open my eyes it just no longer exists
I can¹t go back again
I¹m giving up my memory of what this used to be
Giving up my memory of you

I Got So Much Trouble on My Mind
Paranoia Time
I m Running out of Life
Clockwise and the Seconds Tick Way
Each Line That Cuts My Face
Cut as Each Hand Moves into Place
Paranoiaamped and Wired
Bile Black the Thoughts That...

Oceniasz zbyt pochopnie,
Nie wszystko tak proste jest
Nie podcinaj skrzydeł
Zanim rozłożą się
Ja wiem, że nie umiem mówić
O tym, co tak ważne jest
To nie powód, by od razu skreślać mnie

To wcale nie jest jasne,
Inaczej było, wiedz…
Nie myśl, że prawdą jest zawsze
W co...

SHOULD I GIVE YOU WORDS
AND IF YOU DON T BELIEVE THEM
SHOULD I CARE
OH ALL THESE TIMES
WE FIGHT WITHOUT A REASON
I MUST BE BLIND
TO BELIEVE YOU
BELIEVE ME SOMETIMES...

I COULD BE A SAINT TO YOU...

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[Chris Rea / The Law cover]

Tangled dream and endless highways
Bang the drum in a foreign land
Sometimes I wonder just what I m chasing
When all I need is the touch of your hand

But I ve got no fixed abode I m out of my own
Babe it gets so cold
Without your love...