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Another Night In |
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Greed's all gone now,
there's no question For the love of that
girl Promise is never over,
never questioned it needed reply (Chorus) Greed's all gone now,
there's no question |
L'ansia di averla è finita del tutto, non c'è dubbio e posso vederti mentre sistemi i capelli dietro le orecchie ritrovare il tuo equilibrio Non importa dove lei si trova questa sera o con chi passa il suo tempo Se queste braccia erano destinate a stringerla non dovevano comunque tenerla così stretta Per l'amore di quella ragazza L'ansia di averla è finita del tutto, il panico svanisce Quando ho potuto correre, protendendo le braccia per amarla (ho provato) a guardare me stesso dall'interno
Per
amore di quella ragazza
La
promessa non è mai stata smentita, non c'è dubbio che una risposta è dovuta (Ritornello)
L'ansia di averla è finita deltutto, non c'è dubbio |
Rented Rooms |
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There's the same
hotel, and we can go there now Through the doors of
that rented room We can't afford the
time to sit and cry Through the doors of
that rented room We can't afford the
time to sit and cry Through the doors of
that rented room |
Don't Look Down |
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See her there So it shot out
of me Say this is it
(Chorus) Spend all your
time with your eyes on the ground |
Dick's Slow |
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Don't bring that stuff
to bed Of course, it doesn't
matter what you see So we live in the city
Come over here Don't bring that stuff
to bed I'll touch you here |
Fast One |
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Some kind of
machine has been hollowed out inside me |
The Ballad Of Tindersticks |
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The first time
we flew it The vodka
running out half-way across the Atlantic We didn't
think we were going to make it A walk to the
bar and there's as much screw-top champagne as we can drink Taking turns
having our photos taken Decanters of
cheap whiskey in our hands Who are we to argue? Five hours now
it's been going on Can you really
believe all this? When do you
lose the ability to step back Now it can
really make us laugh Swallowing a
swallow Perhaps it's
an acquired taste Showbiz people We are artists;
we are sensitive and important Already
half-way down the champagne Showbiz picks
up the tab All the
friends we've made Marty and Layton play one last sleepy "Strangers in the Night" And the last of the martinis dribble down our chins We're sitting, chasing the conservation around the table Jesus, how long have I been in this state? The limousine's still waiting outside Anything you want to do? Anywhere you want to go? We're on our
way to the airport and a plane to Vegas A guy's face
hits the floor Or the one
Morrison hung out the window Straight over
to the mini-bar Anyone hungry? How we're used
to living Well, I could
try An exclusive door policy Exclusively
for arseholes No one seems
to notice I've been so
drunk, I sit and look at you Drunken
confession |
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Dancing |
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I understand
everything Take me in
your arms Take me in
your arms Running home Before I knew,
I was up to my neck |
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Let's Pretend |
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Let's
not make it into a big thing |
Non facciamola
diventare una cosa troppo grande |
Desperate Man |
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She knows what happens
when I'm without her She understands the
irony |
Buried Bones |
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could take all
the craziness out of you you said I know about
guys, I know where they live So you could
take all this craziness out of me Well, like
that dress tonight, you won't know as it falls from you cos i am
another dog |
Bearsuit |
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could take all
the craziness out of you you said I know about
guys, I know where they live So you could
take all this craziness out of me Well, like
that dress tonight, you won't know as it falls from you cos i am
another dog |
(Tonight) Are You Trying to Fall In Love Again |
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y my, it doesn't matter what you say From the start, I hang
off every word you say Every breath you blew,
I was running to inhale My my, there will be other days It comes and goes, you
know it never stays Does it make it all right? You're trying to fall in love again |
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So, you wish I
was your man, and I'd understand You've got a
smile that never reaches your eyes So, you wish I
was your man, in my consciousness you ran You've got a
smile that never reaches your eyes |
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There's a city filth that lingers All over my
naked hands And every step brings another Every hour
adds some more Every step brings another Every hour
adds some more There's a smell so sweet it's sickly It follows me
into the room I never bathe
in it, darling Thought I knew these streets, and how they turn Could always
find my way home The trains they run all night We could leave
everything behind I know it's
faded, darling |
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Wake up, it's
all right Wake up, it's
all right You went astray again Wake up, it's
all right |
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Lyrics by Tindersticks © 1997 Rough Trade Publishing / Reproduction for commercial use strictly prohibited |
Testi Tindersticks © 1997 Rough Trade Publishing / Riproduzione per usi commerciali vietata |
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