Sara Bareilles - City
Tekst :
There s a harvest each Saturday night
At the bars filled with perfume and hitching a ride
A place you can stand for one night and get gone
It s clear this conversation ain t doing a thing
Cause these boys only listen to me when I sing
And I don t feel like singing tonight
All the same songs
CHORUS
In these deep city lights
Girl could get lost tonight
I m finding every reason to be gone
Nothing here to hold on to
Could I hold you?
The situation s always the same
You got your wolves in their clothes whispering
Hollywood s name
Stealing gold from the silver they see
But it s not me
CHORUS
Calling out somebody save me I feel like I m fading
away
Calling out somebody save me I feel like I m
fading...
I m fading
CHORUS
Inne utwory
Before i ever knew better Red Responsible Gravity Tread water Vegas Everyday stranger Pretend Fairytale Love on the rocks Little devil One sweet love Come round soon Bottle it up My love Losowe utwory
Angel of mercy you don t need no golden wing
Angel of mercy you don t need no golden wing
The way you came to my rescue
Heaven must be watchin over me
When the shadows fallin and the day turns into night...
Yeah I m tired of sighing
tired of worrying you too
I ve made up my mind
what I m gonna do
I ve got my clothes in a matchbox
gonna forget about you
I ve tried to tell you many times
A compromise
between honesty and lies
To lead me past
their sly disguise
My moves are slow
but soon they ll know
My moves are slow
but soon they ll know
Behind the scenes
they grow their schemes
Hiding intentions
revealing only fractions
My moves are slow
(Serienmörder Ralf)
Ralfie hatte langes Haar
viel länger als es üblich war
sein Haar, das war kein Modegag
es diente einem anderen Zweck
zum Peitschen und zum Strangulieren
und manchmal auch zum Masturbieren
hat er sein langes Haar trainiert
er wollte Tod und Unglück säen
mit seinem Haar, mit seinem Haar
einen Mord nach dem anderen begehen
mit seinem Haar, mit...
Zaszło nasze niebo
Chmurami cięzkimi zdobyte,
Przyszłość od dzisiaj niewiadomą jest.
Dni naszych wrażeń zostawmy innym,
Niech lekcją bedą uczuć.
Dziś idę w bolesną drogę, aż po kres.
Czekał tam bedę na Ciebie,
Za życia horyzontem.
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