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Leaving
03:45
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Leaving
Time's going slow when you wait
Can't remember my name or the date
Light is clouding my mind, there's a word I can't find
And you are far too late
Got here a room with a view
But outside there is just the drive
Only the sight of you excites me
Is keeping me alive
Come and take me back home
I promise, I'll leave you alone
What's wrong with me they can't cure here, so
Leave, don't leave without me
There's nothing wrong, you will see
I can cure at home and be with you...
Why did you lock me in there
Why did you leave me that day
I told you I'm sorry that I hit you
No reason to send me away
Not on a winter's day
Not on a moonlit night
There's never a decent time for leaving
Not any time seems right
Come and take me back home
I promise, I'll leave you alone
What's wrong with me they can't cure here, so
Leave, don't leave without me
There's nothing wrong, you will see
I can cure at home and be with you...
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2. |
Hate-love thing
05:07
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Hate-love thing
Hate it when you cry without a reason
Hate it when you laugh without a clue
Hate it when you come without a warning
And I hate it when you leave the way you do
There've been times when I thought love was just a piece of cake
But it's much more complicated: you can't afford a single mistake
Love is really that hate-love thing
For I love you but I hate some of the things that you do
And you love me but you hate some of the things I do, too
Love is real, love is really that…
No-one falls in love without a reason
No-one loves another just for fun
There is this almost endless need inside us
It's there, you know, and nothing can be done
There've been times when I thought love was always here to stay
But it's much more complicated: before you know it's slipping away
Love is really that hate-love thing
For I love you but I hate some of the things that you do
And you love me but you hate some of the things I do, too
Love is real, love is really that…
There’ve been times when I thought love was overwhelmed by hate
But it’s much more complicated: that hate-love thing is our final fate
Love is really that hate-love thing
For I love you but I hate some of the things that you do
And you love me but you hate some of the things I do, too
Love is real, love is really that…
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3. |
Just one smile
03:55
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Just one smile
(Randy Newman)
Can’t I cry a little bit
There’s nobody to notice it
Can’t I cry if I want to, no one cares
Why can’t I pretend that you love me again
All I had has been taken from me
Now I’m crying and tears don’t become me
Just one smile the pain’s forgiven
Just one kiss, girl now the hurt’s all gone
Just one smile to make my little life worth living
A little dream to build my world upon
How I wish I could say all the things that I want to say
If some way you could see what’s here in my heart
I don’t ask for much, a look, a smile, a touch
Try to forget, well the Lord knows I’m trying
But it’s hard to forget, girl, when your whole world is dying
Just one smile the pain’s forgiven
Just one kiss, girl now the hurt’s all gone
Just one smile to make my little life worth living
A little dream to build my world upon
Try to forget, well the Lord knows I’m trying
But it’s hard to forget, girl, when your whole world is dying,
Yeah
Just one smile the pain’s forgiven
Just one kiss, girl now the hurt’s all gone
Just one smile to make my little life worth living
A little dream to build my world upon
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4. |
Sellotape
03:09
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Sellotape
I thought I knew you, now I know I was wrong
For you were lying to me all the way long
I thought you loved me, now I know that’s a lie
And what I hate is that you didn’t even try, but…
You stuck like sellotape as long as it took
You were all over me, you gave me the look
And just like sellotape you can’t find a start
So all that rests is just my broken heart
The day I met you, some three years ago
Love on the first sight, old story you know
The days were shiny, the nights were so hot
I knew for sure: I’ve got to keep what I’ve got, but…
You stuck like sellotape as long as it took
You were all over me, you gave me the look
And just like sellotape you can’t find a start
So all that rests is just my broken heart
But then the doubt came and knocked on my door
I couldn’t keep it out like I could before
No confrontation, no harsh word was said
One morning I got up, didn’t find you in bed, for…
You stuck like sellotape as long as it took
You were all over me, you gave me the look
And just like sellotape you can’t find a start
So all that rests is just my broken heart
You stuck like sellotape as long as it took
You were all over me, you gave me the look
And just like sellotape you can’t find a start
So all that rests is just my broken heart
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5. |
Visions
03:53
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Visions
(NASMAK)
Blue eyes, brown eyes
They tell me more and more
Expectations we're under, to a high base
Blue eyes, brown eyes
They tell me more and more
Who you are and what you are
But now I'm getting loose, I'm lost in thought
But now I'm getting loose, I'm lost in thought
Blue eyes brown eyes
They tell me more and more
I don't know what to do, visions in your eyes
They keep looking at me
I still see you, visions of your eyes
I still see them
But now I'm getting loose I'm lost in thought
But now I'm getting loose I'm lost in thought
Expectations we're under, to a high base
Blue eyes, brown eyes
They tell me more and more
But now I'm getting loose I'm lost in thought
Visions of your eyes, they keep looking at me
They keep looking at me, they keep looking at me
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6. |
I keep forgetting
04:05
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I keep forgetting
First I told you I didn’t remember
Then I told you I never was there
Next I’ll say that I never have met you
Say I live in this town, don’t know where
Tell me where I am, I’m afraid I keep forgetting
Tell me what is left and what’s right
Don’t know what is up and what’s down, or where to get in
Tell me is it dark without light
I’m confused but I don’t know the reason
Must have something to do with my mind
Can you show me the way to my memory
Can I trust anybody who’s kind
Tell me who I am, I’m afraid I keep forgetting
Tell me what is wrong and what’s right
Don’t know who’s my friend and who’s not, who can I let in
Tell me is it dark without light
Got the feeling my body is floating
And my mind’s got a will of its own
I keep fighting me back to the surface
Don’t know if I can manage alone
Tell me where I am, I’m afraid I keep forgetting
Tell me what is left and what’s right
Don’t know what is up and what’s down, or where to get in
Tell me is it dark without light
Tell me who I am, I’m afraid I keep forgetting
Tell me what is wrong and what’s right
Don’t know who’s my friend and who’s not, who can I let in
Tell me is it dark without light
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7. |
Watching TV
04:12
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Watching TV
You're coming home from the job that you hate
Open the fridge in a hurry, you're late
Hang in a chair with a six-pack of beer, ready to watch the show
With the remote-control in your hand
You feel the King of Television Land
Zapping around to find something you like, something you already know
So satisfied, so hypnotised when you're watching TV
So in control, playing your role while you're watching TV
There is a talkshow on NBC
Nothing important, not worthwhile to see
But it is moving and doesn't upset, so you hang in a while
A documentary you've already seen
About a country you've already been
In for some music you've already heard, stare with a stupid smile
So satisfied, so hypnotised when you're watching TV
So in control, playing your role while you're watching TV
The domination of the image on the magic screen
Is stronger than we've ever seen
It makes me wonder why, the biggest fool am I
Seems like the end of this civilisation
Numbers of viewers dictating the nation
Quality is defined by what most people like to see or hear
Money is ruling a generation
Longing to find an identification
Commercials are telling you what you have to do and how to be
So satisfied, so hypnotised when you're watching TV
So in control, playing your role while you're watching TV
So satisfied, so hypnotised when you're watching TV
So in control, playing your role while you're watching TV
While you're watching TV (While you're watching TV)
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8. |
Rules of the game
05:50
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Rules of the game
Whenever I think that I’m doing it right, it goes wrong, and you know it
And even if I’m sure I’m winning the fight, you’re too strong, and you show it
There’s only one explanation: relations are just for fools
For let’s suppose it’s a game then in vain we are looking for rules
And when I think I found the key to it all there’s no hole, and you hide it
If breaking up becomes the writing on the wall you don’t agree, so you fight it
I must accept that sensation in a relation needs a lot of tools
For let’s suppose it’s a game then in vain we are looking for rules
Rules of the game, I don’t know them changing day by day
Tried to read a book about it, if it helps I really doubt it, show me the way..
Never the same, no-oh way to learn it when will they ever stay
Rules of the game changing day by day
And when I think I found the key to it all there’s no hole, and you hide it
If breaking up becomes the writing on the wall you don’t agree, so you fight it
I must accept that sensation in a relation needs a lot of tools
For let’s suppose it’s a game then in vain we are looking for rules
Rules of the game, I don’t know them changing day by day
Tried to read a book about it, if it helps I really doubt it, show me the way..
Never the same, no-oh way to learn it when will they ever stay
Rules of the game changing day by day
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SHERPA Eindhoven, Netherlands
SHERPA is an Eindhoven/Best (The Netherlands) based poprock band. They write their own music that has original hooks and recognisable lyrics. The line-up is a classical one: rhythm and lead guitar, bass and drums. They add additional instruments where desired. ... more
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