with my baby It's a Sunday night, Sunday night with my baby It feels like a Sunday night for you and me It's a Sunday night, there's nothing like a
am You know I can't let you slide through my hands Wild horses couldn't drag me away Wild horses couldn't drag me away I watched you suffer a dull,
I can see how people look down I'm on the outside Here's where the story ends Ooh, here's where the story ends It's that little souvenir of a terrible
your man now there no need to try and fight it you can't deny it you see it in his eyes that he don't want you you shoulda took a little time to see
that you want my man I know you been makin plans I know you wanna be me You know it will never be You thought you had be fooled Thought I didnt have a
Looking for an insult There's a trickle in my head Seeing it's worth The effort I forgive myself Talks that we had Talks that we had Are becoming a blur
Junge warum hängst du so rum ich sag Junge dafür gibt's keinen Grund ich sag Junge sieh dich mal richtig um es gibt so viel zu erleben. Junge
the edge of a knife And she knows it's the death of her, Sarah Sarah, you live and you learn, you're invisible And she's walkin' on the edge of a crowd
Here dive below Here I go We're on the shore Down by the sea Here I go Water under's cool We're the life and soul Here by the sea We're going to be Here
why, I'll tell you then Two worlds collide, we bury them We're far too drunk to see these things as they are You painted me and I sat quite still A
Don't ask me why, don't ask me why I'll join the army, the salvation army But it didn't help Don't ask me why, but don't ask me why I joined the army
be Why cry And did you know desire's a terrible thing The worst that I could find And did you know desire's a terrible thing But I rely on mine A-ah
fine, when it's sunny outside Think about the time I kicked a boy till he cried Oh, I could've been wrong but I don't think I was He was such a child
and swallow your pills Proud of my wise head on young shoulders Too bad there was nothing there at all Hell on my own, hell here on my own And it was such a
set it alight I can't 'cause I've seen those kind of places before Ooh, I'd like to have a party in a cellar tonight And I'd love to have a party but
I'll be home for a while 'Cause who needs a mother to shout When I'm doing very well by myself How will we know when the end is nigh On a day much as
The Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe The Lone Ranger sold his bad dog Well you saw him and you could hardly know 'Cause times change, I know Some days he
But I ran a mile in a minute and there's no going back True words that I should know Blood on my hands When you looked around I couldn't be found A crime's a