1. |
Believe
04:21
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A G F# F
You fall asleep right in front of me
A G F# F
Ever trusting that I will be
A G F# F
A perfect gentleman, but I believe
A G F# F
If you only gave me the chance
Look into your half closed eyes
I wonder baby can you see my smile
I believe if only you gave me the chance
Chorus:
Everybody says don't screw your luck
Take the friend you've got and give it up
You don't want to be the man
who breaks the heart of this girl
Oh no no no
It's only months ago when I first saw you
Looking so fine you hardly knew
You never saw me there,
But I believe...ooh I believe
Chorus:
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2. |
Jill
06:04
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Late at night on the telephone
Talking about life and love
Ice cream sundaes and rolling stones
TV movies, and bad jokes
And while we’re alone
we always have each other
and while we’re alone
we’re always together
Just pick up the phone
Your voice helps me through the night
While I’m alone
without you
Everynight, lying by yourself
wishing we could just meet
To see your eyes face to face
Not having to leave each other to sleep
But once upon a time,
sitting at the screen
watching people write to one another
An accidental chat,
turned into a friendship
Girl I’d love to see your smile..
So now I prove my promises
For you I write this song
Late one night all by myself
I’ve been alone for too long
Late at night on the telephone
I don’t feel so alone.
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3. |
Sunday Afternoon
03:58
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Sunday Afternoon
Lying in your bed and smoking cigarettes
While we’re listening to music on the radio
I wish this day would never end.
And Sunday Afternoon
Got a catchy tune walking through my head
I follow the memory of the melody
I wish this day would stay my friend
Chorus1
If all, all the days were Sundays
I could lie-in longer with you
And wish today forever stay
And stop my Mondays from turning blue
Sunday Afternoon
Eating breakfast in your favourite restaurant
Turning heads as you walk past everyone
They see the music in my song
Sunday Afternoon
What a perfect day for flying on the breeze
There’s no gold that you can swap for days like these
Yes please, Sunday wants to be with me
Chorus 2
But how does a day like this go so amiss
There must be something in the air
I try to steal a kiss, my love just is,
But I don’t see it reflected in your stare
Instr: Cm G x3
Cm F G# G
Sunday Afternoon
Try a bit of reason, figure out the scene
Find the answer here in one of your magazines
Let’s see, why Sunday’s got it in for me…
Chorus 3
Now look, the sky is red, it’s like you said
We gotta stop this one of these days
a new mystique when you speak
I don’t understand…
a word you say!
I wish this day would never end…Sunday… Sunday.
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4. |
Satisfy
04:23
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Sold the guitar yesterday
Thought I’d buy myself a car instead
Been listening to advice
From friends who think I should go out and get a real job
You don’t understand
Why I play the way I do
ooh ooh baby baby
Chorus:
You know that heaven will satisfy us
Remember this moment
The search for happiness should be followed
(By) empty lights manipulating my mind.
You miss his winter presence baby
Dance gently, eating out.
Lazy, teasing shallow melodies
You know you can’t stop yourself from playing that song.
Chorus:
Now everybody wants to be my friend
Tell me that they knew she was no good for me
They saw it all from the start
Everybody knew just how bad she was.
Chorus: x2
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5. |
3 am
03:25
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C
No time to waste
Fm
Just sitting and smoking the taste
C Fm
No cars, no noise but the fan overhead
C Fm
The beer and me and the little guy by my side
C
Just no time for fooling
Fm
But the popcorn is full of butter and salt
Em
And that's how the night passes
Fm
So slow, so cool.
Em Fm
No money, no food, but a full pack of cigarettes
G
And the blues to keep me company
Stars, moons, and the women next door
All crying for me to come over
My dreams slip into the trash
Right next to the old bottle of whisky
Ooh what a taste
Em
That smile, those lips so free
Fm G
Just the beer and the little guy by my side.
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6. |
Superman is Dead
02:44
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Superman is dead
Hang you head
hang your head in sorrow
Some things last forever
His will last until tomorrow
It’s raining red blood weather
How is the world doing, you might ask
Where have you been all your life
In a cask
With my wife
Why must he die
The man who can fly
Faster than a speeding bullet
Did he slow down
or did we catch up
Is it a bird
Is it a plane
It’s no-one
he’s gone you see
Left the planet
Where is he?
Where is he?
Superman is dead
As his death nears
Can the blue and the red
Hear all our tears (Can the blue and the red)
Who’s going to save us now
When we can’t save ourselves
Can he tell us how ?
Or are we just another planet
Resting up on God’s dusty shelves
And why must he die
The man who can fly
Superman
Superman
And now he’s gone
He cared enough when we didn’t
Superman is dead
X2
And everyone (Don’t you cry little girl, daddy’s gonna come home)
Everyone is dead… (Don’t you cry little girl, Superman will be back)
Superman.
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