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We've been together so long I see you, the only one who knew me
The story moved on but we did not And now your eyes see through me
The love we felt I guess I was wrong
That rescue sight of sentiment
Oh what I meant So what now? It's plain to see we're over
And I hate when things are over
Oh baby come back to me When so much is left undone.
Please darling can't you see
That I'm addicted to you You say that we've got nothing in common
That I'm addicted to you No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
Oh baby come back to me
Please darling can't you see You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
Baby come back to me Still I know you just don't care
Please darling can't you see
That I'm addicted to you You say that we've got nothing in common
That I'm addicted to you No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
Oh baby come back to me
Please darling can't you see
That I'm addicted to you
That I'm addicted to you
[Electronic vibes]
[Outro] [Outro]
Non, j'suis pas cool, et j'fais pas d'reggae Non, j'suis pas cool, et j'fais pas d'reggae
Et, toi, tu deviens trop con quand tu peux pas Et, toi, tu deviens trop con quand tu peux pas
t'droguer t'droguer
Des putes t'regardent, et même tes potes rigolent Des putes t'regardent, et même tes potes rigolent
"Misty Morning"
Help me
Byron - Chihlimbar Oh, no, no
Ooo, ahhh, yeah!
Când tot ce-auzi e tot ce crezi
Rămâne doar să mai şi vezi Purple haze all in my eyes
Când tac Don't know if it's day or night
Cuvinte moi să le îndoi You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Cu limba arsă de nesomn Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?
Când zac
Palete stinse dinspre roţi Ooo
Să tot găsim în linii morţi Help me
Când fac Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze
Oh, no, oh
Cărbune proaspăt palma ta Oh, help me
Nimic din mine-n lumea ta
Argint nu mint în chihlimbar Tell me, tell me, purple haze
E marea neagră plânsă-n val I can't go on like this
Lumina asta cade strâmb Purple haze
Pământ ne cheamă sub pământ You're makin' me blow my mind
Nisip defel şi fără rost culeg Purple haze, n-no, nooo
Purple haze
Găseşte-mi loc să nu mă pierzi
Şi calcă strâns pereţii verzi
Din noi Hey Joe
Ferestre albe să descui
Cu pleoape mate prinse-n cui Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your
Mă-ndoi hand?
Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in I'm goin' way down south, way down south,
your hand? (Hey)
Alright. I'm goin down to shoot my old lady, way down south to Mexico way! Alright!
you know I caught her messin' 'round with another (Joe)
man. I'm goin' way down south,
Yeah,! I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady, (Hey, Joe)
you know I caught her messin' 'round with another way down where I can be free!
man. (where you gonna...)
Huh! And that ain't too cool. Ain't no one gonna find me babe!
(...go?)
[2nd verse (Ah - backing vocal on each line)] Ain't no hangman gonna,
Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down, (Hey, Joe)
you shot her down. he ain't gonna put a rope around me!
Uh, hey Joe, I heard you shot you old lady down, (Joe where you gonna..)
you shot her down to the ground. Yeah! You better believe it right now!
(...go?)
Yes, I did, I shot her, I gotta go now!
you know I caught her messin' 'round, Hey, hey, hey Joe,
messin' 'round town. (Hey Joe)
Uh, yes I did, I shot her you better run on down!
you know I caught my old lady messin' 'round (where you gonna...)
town. Goodbye everybody. Ow!
And I gave her the gun and I shot her! (...go?)
Hey, hey Joe, what'd I say,
Alright (Hey.......................Joe)
(Ah! Hey Joe) run on down.
Shoot her one more time again, baby! (where you gonna go?)
(Oo)
Yeah. I Wanna Be Yours
(Hey Joe!)
Ah, dig it! I wanna be your vacuum cleaner
(Hey) Breathing in your dust
Ah! Ah! I wanna be your Ford Cortina
(Joe where you gonna go?) I won't ever rust
Oh, alright. If you like your coffee hot
Let me be your coffee pot
[3rd verse] You call the shots babe
Hey Joe, said now, I just wanna be yours
(Hey)
uh, where you gonna run to now, where you gonna Secrets that I have held in my heart
run to? Are harder to hide than I thought
Yeah. Maybe I just wanna be yours
(where you gonna go?) I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours
Hey Joe, I said, Wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours
(Hey)
where you goin' to run Let me be your lucky meter and I'll never run out
to now, where you, where you gonna go? And let me be the portable heater that you'll get
(Joe!) cold without
Well, dig it! I wanna be your setting lotion (I wanna be)
Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) Dancin' on do the boogie all night long
I'll be at least as deep Stoned in paradise, shouldn’t talk about it
As the Pacific Ocean
I wanna be yours Shouldn't talk about it