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duminică, 28 februarie 2016

Maker



Meet me at the station at seven o'clock
You know what I like and that I like 'em a lot
Let's go somewhere quiet where we can engage
Let's go somewhere rowdy where we can misbehave

 

Coz I'm a maker baby
I'm a maker


Life is how you take it don't you think
I'll walk you to work when you finish your drink
Life is how you take it and so on and so on and so on
Get me in for nothing so my night can go on, go on, go on

 

Coz I'm a maker baby
I'm a maker

 
Give me just a little bit
Give me an inch you know I'm taking it
And all of this time we spend talking shit
Baby it's all about making it

 
Coz I'm a maker baby
I'm a maker

 
Whispered in my ear for me to meet her outside
You konw that I'll wait coz I've been waiting all night
Everybody's leaving and we're moving back to mine
It's a beautiful evening for taking our time

 

Give me just a little bit
Give me an inch you know I'm taking it
And all of this time we spend talking shit
Baby it's all about making it


Coz I'm a maker baby
I'm a maker
Coz I'm a maker baby
I'm a maker

luni, 27 aprilie 2015

Yesterday Was Hard on All of Us


Where do we go from here?
 Where do we go...
 Is it real or just
 Something we think we know


Where are we going now?
 Where do we go...
 Cos' if is the same as yesterday
 And now I'm out
 Just so you know

Because, because
 Our paths - they crossed
 Yesterday was hard on all of us...
 On all of us...

Who can we trust from here?
 Who can we trust...
 Are you real or just
 Something from one to lost

Who can you trust right here, sweet flower?
 Who can you trust...
 From the cradle to the grave...
 From ashes to ashes...
 From dust to dust...

Because, because
 Our paths - they crossed
 Yesterday was hard on all of us...
 On all of us...

Where do we go from here?
 Where do we go...
 We got nothing, we can't trust nothing
 We can sell us, for sure


How do we get out?
 How do we move around when all these eyes on us
 Turn you up - you go first
 Don't most like it's kinda rehearse, babe
 It's not...

Because, because
 Our paths - they crossed
 Yesterday was hard on all of us...

On all of us...