Orson - Tryin to help
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Come on, Baby-
Why the long face?
You re messing up my head space!
I can see you ve had a hard day-
Let s talk about it anyway.
Hey- there s million ways to do the same thing.
Don t you know if you got problems-
That I m here to help you solve em?
Love, I m only tryin to help-
I m only tryin to make it through another day.
i don t always say the right thing-
So let me make it better.
But if I try to write it down-
Don t go tearing up my letter.
Hey- there s a million ways to do the same thing.
I know I don t always get it-
But you ve got to give me credit.
Love, I m only tryin to help-
I m only tryin to make it through another day.
Communication shake-down.
It s always the same thing.
You re still my favorite meltdown,
I d give you everything.
I ve seen this movie before-
We give/ We take even more.
You re still the team I am for-
But you can t stop keeping score!
Love, I m only tryin to help-
I m only tryin to make it through another day.
Let me get my way.
(You always get your way.)
Inne utwory
Saving the world So ahead of me Already over Happiness The contortionist Where you are tonight The okay song Everybody Northern girl Broken watch Last night Bright idea No tomorrow Radio Downtown Look around Cool cops Losowe utwory
Jeden Morgen sah ich sie, ich hörte sie nie lachen,
Oft sprach sie mit den Rosen vor dem Haus.
Auch wenn ihre Träume ihr, das große Glück versprachen,
Ihr Leben sah so oft ganz anders aus.
Ein Diadem aus Gold, hat sie nie gewollt,
Doch das wahre Gold der Welt hat ihr gefehlt.
Etwas für´s Herz...
ARE YOU GOING TO SCARBOROUGH FAIR
PARSLEY, SAGE, ROSEMARY AND THYME
REMEMBER ME TO ONE WHO LIVES THERE
SHE ONCE WAS A TRUE LOVE OF MINE
TELL HER TO MAKE ME A CAMBRICSHIRT
PARSLEY, SAGE, ROSEMARY AND THYME
WITHOUT NO SEAMS NORNEEDLE WORK
THEN SHE LL BE A TRUE LOVE...
He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died
Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town`s gonna be your buryin` place
He was singin` on his knees
An angry mob...
Nad pustą jezdnią dojrzewa świt.
Trzepoczą słowa, trzaskają drzwi.
Autobus rusza bez wolnych miejsc.
Jest piąta rano ... jest piąta pięć.
Czarno-biały pejzaż miasta:
W górze niebo, w dole asfalt.
Zaczęty przetarg. Kto ile wart?
Tytuły gazet zbawiają świat.
W wyścigu godzin, w pogoni chwil
Pulsuje zdarzeń codzienny...
If I could be you
I would take the world and hold it in one hand
If I could be you
I would bring the sunshine after rainy day
If I could be you
I would paint the letters on that empty page
If I could be you
I would take my heart and stay right to...