"In a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing
In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that I feel about you
Is beyond words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Give me the words
That tell me everything
In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing."
N.V.
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Dancing With Myself
Dopuna: 11 Maj 2008 22:57
Love Will Tear Us Apart
"When routine bites hard
And ambitions are low.
And resentment rides high
But emotions won't grow.
And we're changing our ways
Taking different roads.
Then love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed
Every feeling run so dry?
Yet there's still this appeal
that we've kept through our lives.
And love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Do you cry out in your sleep,
All my failings expose?
Gets a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold.
Why is it something so good
Just can't function no more?
And Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again.
Love, love will tear us apart again..."
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Dopuna: 04 Sep 2008 19:56
Friday Night, Saturday Morning
"Out of bed at eight AM
Out my head by half past ten
Out with mates and dates and friends
That's what I do at weekends
I can't talk and I can't walk
But I know where I'm going to go
I'm going watch my money go
At the Locarno
When my feet go through the door
I know what my right arm is for
Buy a drink and pull a chair
Up to the edge of the dance floor
Bouncers bouncing through the night
Trying to stop or start a fight
I sit and watch the flashing lights
Moving legs in footless tights
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I like to venture into town
I like to get a few drinks down
The floor gets packed the bar gets full
I don't like life when things get dull
The hen party have saved the night
And freed themselves from drunken stags
Having fun and dancing
In a circle round their leather bags
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
But two o'clock has come again
It's time to leave this paradise
Hope the chip shop isn't closed
Cos' their pies are really nice
I'll eat in the taxi queue
Standing in someone else's spew
Wish I had lipstick on my shirt
Instead of piss stains on my shoes
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning
I go out on Friday night
And I come home on Saturday morning..."
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