Bronski Beat - Infatuation - memories

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Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Memories, sweet memories
Lost in these memories
Lost I should stay

Days, brilliant days
Love filled these brilliant days
These days are foregone
Alone, alone I pray

Love that was wonderful
Love nobody knows
My head it cries from wall to wall
My heart will scream down down I fall

My heart, down I fall, down I fall

Down fall!

Inne utwory

  • Junk
  • Screaming
  • Why
  • No more war
  • Truthdare doubledare
  • Punishment for love
  • This heart
  • Love and money
  • In my dreams
  • Dr John
  • Need a man blues
  • What are you doing about it
  • Run from love
  • Cadillac car
  • Losowe utwory

    Mirror in the heart

    There is a swan white curtain
    Somewhere within the sky
    It s known of every sermon
    and every anguished cry
    The howls of hopeless people
    frightened and alone

    There is a spotless silver mirror
    that hangs within the moon
    It s witnessed every winter
    The cities charred and ruined
    The herds of homeless people
    filling all the roads

    Some may pray to...

    Boo hoo

    If I was looking for you
    Would you be easy to find?
    Would I be looking all night?
    And if I got lost
    Would you go looking for me?
    Or would you be alright
    On your own?

    Oh and in the light of day it feels right
    Comfortable to the bone, from head to toe
    But come the evening...

    Win or lose

    I know that I m afraid of lve
    The tolls seems very steep
    Your goals so uncontrollable
    Impossible to keep

    Despite the songs of lucky ones
    Those very special few
    Can t right the wrongs that often come
    No matter what we...

    Gangsta shit

    Intro: Puffy
    To be, or not to be

    Chorus: Lil Kim
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit
    It s that, gangsta gangsta, gangsta shit

    It...

    Sober

    There s a shadow just behind me,
    shrouding every breath I take,
    making every promise empty,
    pointing every finger at me.
    Waiting like a stalking butler
    who upon the finger rests.
    Murder now the path called must we,
    just before the son has come.

    Jesus, won t you fucking whistle?
    something but the past and done. (x2)

    Why can t...