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Carpet stained with my red wine
I ve been staring at the fire
I keep looking at the time
I m waiting on you
I can hear the howling wind
Yes the sound is getting higher
As the night is closing in
I m waiting on you
Those big black eyes wicked smile
That you flash as you walk through my door
Into my life
Into my life
Into my life

Won t you come in and sit right down
Here let me pour a Stolichnaya
Why is it when you come around
I m waiting on you
We drink until we get too tired
Even though you try to dance for me
I still can t light up your fire
So I m waiting on you
From time to time I feel so blind
And there s still so much more left to do
Into my life
Into my life
Into my life

You call me on the telephone
You say that I am always busy
So why am I here all alone
Waiting on you
I pick you up in my white car
I could fall ever so easily
Why you keep me hanging on
I m waiting on you
Still, those big black eyes wicked smile
That you flash as you walk through my door
Into my life

First þegar hitti ég Frank Mills
Þá var fimmtándi sepember.
Ég hitti hann einmitt hér.
Hann sagði mér hvar hann býr.
Svo gleymdi ég því.
Síðan hef ég ekki séð hann aftur
honum svipar í sjón George Harrisonar
nema´ að hárið á honum...

Ergn eboran esve
Mesepela tidut migurddem
Tokoti mezve ola¹olam
Tokoti mezve niaj na ¹ar zi ni can van ken

©emuzare nadmevni oldem zobetadmev
Logertano lamejsa neltoidi isnjas

Mirhivar peme dja nen
Agetmave tole sotaze
Hepsuvej napu hepsui lam
Omavabaznucara ta ni sve sa do toz
Eboran

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You can dance if you want to

We can dance if we want to
We can leave your friends behind
Cause your friends dont dance
And if they dont dance
Well they re no friends of mine
Say, We can go where we want to
A place where they will never...

Morning has broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning,
Praise for the springing fresh from the world.

Sweet the rain s new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in...

Mad at the world

Things are not going well
I won t lie to you man
Can t forget what s been done
My head s in my hand
I m so tired
(Tired from the pain)

Frustrations are buildin
The walls close on in
And the more the world takes
The more that I give
It s a fire
(Burnin deep down...