Is there a cure for this pain Maybe I should have something to eat But food wont take this emptiness away I'm hungry for you my love Well, I made it
So rest your head You're all mine And I stay awake I won't go home Let's go on a holiday To burn this town She's my Babylon So rest your heart You're
Tragic days in my mind, fast car broken down Said I think I'm right but I'm moving slow His hands they shake as I go home Seems like everything is gone
Saw the washing on the line As I lay on the floor With a heart full of wine With nothing left to pour To pour Silver moon feeling high Through the window
Wait, wait on the corner I'm coming for ya You know things will change Love is a mistake we made Wasn't a price I wanted to pay I'm yours, I'm yours
say mmm, mmm, mmm Got to say mmm, mmm, mmm So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will
I wish I had a mango tree in my backyard With you standin' next to me take the picture 'Cause from her lips I heard her say can I have you? Caught up
My old wooden chair In amongst the flames Alone I clear my throat to speak But I cant say a word Not one This girl knew my name On a wooden bridge It
I don't deserve love I slapped him in the face as he stood by the bed and said i love you he told me i'd taste the pain but i taste it everyday you
I just flew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty pretty But they ain't got what we got No sir'ree They've got private lawns and public parks
Living on a diet of chocolates and cigarettes I wanna call you again I'll drink tea sometimes when it's cold This is getting old, I call you again Still
garbage man Got to say mmm mmm mmm x2 So he opens it up and reads it out to all his friends Amongst the crowd a heart will break and a heart will mend
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: Saw the washing on the line As I lay on the floor With a heart full of wine With nothing left to pour To pour Silver moon feeling high Through the