Fifty million voices mumbling from the street Talking about the 80's and who it will mistreat Now, Joseph Worken Hardy, checkin' out the jive Glancing
I've seen this place a thousand times I've felt this all before And every time you call I've waited there as though you might not call at all I know
Opened my eyes today And I knew there's something different I saw you in a brand new way Like the clouds had somehow lifted And if yesterday I heard
Hey yeah, yeah yeah yeah Last night before you fell asleep You whispered somethin' to me Was it just a dream? I'm gonna listen to you close 'Coz your
Oh, yeah, yeah-e-yeah Just when I thought I was safe You found me in my hiding place I'd promised never again I wouldn't give my heart, but then Closer
I see a home in a quiet place I see myself in a strong embrace I feel protection from the human race It's not parental But it's a fantasy, not a reality
She drove a long way through the night From an urban neighborhood She left her mother in a fight For a dream misunderstood And her friends they talk on
I can't breathe, I can't sleep He's uncool, an unsophisticate He's a tightrope walker on an open path He's a maze of curiosity He is the living bread
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She's a little lost girl in her own little world She looks so happy but she seems so sad, oh oh yeah Oh oh yeah She's a little lost girl in her own little
I dated Siamese Twins, I slept with Bigfoot, too Get me on Sally Jesse, put me on Donahue 'Cause I wanna tell the world about it Right now My dog's a
Kevin Fowler - If These Old Walls Could Talk (chorus) If these old walls could talk I'd be a sad man She'd left me long ago If she knew the things
Stop me if you've heard this one I feel as though we've met before Perhaps I'm mistaken But it's just that I remind you Of someone you used to care about
If my heart could only talk Heaven would be mine If my heart could only talk Life would be divine You would hear my song of love so tender It would thrill
Please don't talk about me when I'm gone Though our friendship ceases from now on And listen, if you can't say anything real nice It's better not to talk
A son who is cursed with a harridan mother Or a weak simpering father at best Is raised to play out the timeless classical motives Of filial love and
Why do you talk, why do you waste time Saying the same old thing, it should be a crime You never listen, instead you stammer As though you're interesting
Oooh, oooh, oooh People are talkin', talkin' bout people I hear them whisper, you won't believe it They think we're lovers kept under covers I just ignore