Faithiles - Angeline
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You ve been out on the tiles,
Winning the smiles of men of low persuasion,
But I know you drink yourself crawling in the street until dawn,
Girl you look like a bad dream,
You ve been places I ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You ve been places I ve never been.
You took the small change from the job in the hall,
Be back in an hour but you re not back at all.
The children are crying, the flowers are dying,
There s no food on the table,
I don t think I m able to cope,
You ve been places I ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You ve been places I ve never been.
Cheap perfume and alcohol, dancing on tables,
With kissing for strangers all laughing and howling,
And jokes and tall tales that ain t funny at all,
Bluffers and smugglers, boozers and gamblers,
Jump old queens and tarts at the babbled bar.
Oh, they ve been pushing you too far.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You ve been places I ve never been.
Come home, come home Angeline.
Come home, come home Angeline.
You ve been places I ve never been.
Inne utwory
In the end Hope & glory Unknow fear No roots Hem of his garment Donny X Woozy My life Love lives on my street Take the long way home Swingers Baseball cap Reverence The garden Bombs One steep too far Bluegrass Losowe utwory
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Lookin back on yesterday
Saw you quite unhappy
Maybe I could grant you this
Let me ask you one good question
Whatcha gonna do when the roof comes crashin down on you
You don t have to say
Cause honey I know
Life s too short to brood in it
You re here one day
Then you re gone...
Memories in my dreams
Memories of what I ve seen
Memories every time
I hear that magic melody
Memories of days gone by
Memories of you and I
Memories every night
Until there’s nothing in my mind
Memories...
Life...
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