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3. | Melissa (Live) |
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8. | House Of Blues |
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10. | The Dark End Of The Street |
11. | Slip Away |
12. | I've Got News For You |
13. | Brother To Brother |
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15. | Hopelessly Miss You |
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No, I'm no angel
No, I'm no stranger to the street
I've got my label
So I won't crumble at your feet
And I know, baby
So I've got scars upon my cheek
And I'm half crazy
Come on and love me, baby
So you find me hard to handle
Well, I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle
And I never leave you cold
So I might steal your diamonds
I'll bring you back some gold
I'm no angel.
No, I'm no angel
No, I'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle
Let me start a fire with your spark
Oh, come on, baby
Come and let me show you my tattoo
Let me drive you crazy
Come on and love me, baby
So you don't give a darn about me
I never treat you bad
I won't ever lift a hand to hurt you
And I'll always leave you glad
So I might steal your diamonds
I'll bring you back some gold
I'm no angel.
No, I'm no angel
No, I'm no stranger to the dark
Let me rock your cradle
Let me start a fire in your heart
Oh, come on, baby
Come and let me show you my tattoo
Let me drive you crazy
Come on and love me, baby
Well, come on, baby.
Drive me crazy.
Drive me crazy.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
Oh, come on, baby.
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Sometimes it seems like only yesterday
Other times more than a million years
Oh little girl, sweeter than an angel
When I think of her I laugh and drown in my own tears
You drew your first breath so close to me
Now we've been apart for years and years
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday
All I really came to say is, I still love you my sweet island
Maybe time will someday build a bridge for us
Somewhere further down the line
As the time to call arise, I know
But for you this song will show you who's on my mind
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday
All I really came to say is, I still love you my sweet island
Whatever they may say about my silence
Remember I'm an island too
We're connected by more than an ocean
My blood runs in you
She can wash the land away, tides turning everyday
All I really came to say is, come see me
I still love you my sweet island
I still love you my sweet island
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Of all the young girls I have known before
Believe me there've been quite a few
One stands out beyond the other
Lady that special one is you
And all the rest
Are just faces without names
People without purpose
Caught up in their own games
I'll always wondered where they come from
And even where they'll be going to
They have no roots, they have no boundaries
Perhaps they'll find someone like you
But till then
They're just faces without names
People without purpose
Caught up in their own games
So if I live to be a hundred
I will spend my whole life through
Never taking you for granted
I'll be forever loving you
While all the rest
Remain faces without names
People without purpose
Caught up in their own games
Yes all the rest
Reamin faces without names
People without purpose
Running round and round and round in circles
Oh can you believe the faces
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by Chris Farren & Steve Diamond
When I look for the love in your eyes,
You turn away
And there's nothing as loud as the words
We never say
Look at us now, standing on the edge again
Look at us now, it's not too late to try again
I need some...
Evedence of love, to keep me going on
Please show me some
Evidence of love, and I'll be here
I still believe we can see it through,
There's just so much, that I can do
It dosen't make sense, without some evidence of love
There's a cold, cold look on your face,
Is it saying good-bye?
'Cause there's nothing as cold as the ashes,
When the fire has died
Talk to me now, tell me what you're missing
Talk to me now, I'll try and find your heart again
I need some...
Evedence of love, to keep me going on
Please show me some
Evidence of love, and I'll be here
I still believe we can see it through,
There's just so much, that I can do
It dosen't make sense, without some evidence of love
Stand and fight
Try to say what's on your mind, baby
So much is on the line
There's a chance we'll makit right
Look at us now, standing on the edge again
Look at us now, it's not too late to try again
I need some...
Evedence of love, to keep me going on
Please show me some
Evidence of love, and I'll be here
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Another day in the line full of stranger
Surrounded by four walls that can't be seen
He knows some dude he lives uptown and he deliveries
He often calls him for that perfect dream
Oh oh he's got his demons
They stay right by his side and his everyday is hell
He loves his wine and his pretty woman
He buys them anything just to stay around
He's got it make cause his daddy's got a bundle
He seldom reaches out where there no one to be found
But still oh, he still got them demons
They stand right by his side and he can't break out
Oh he's got his demons
They stay by his side
Another day in the life of the lonely
All alone in a sold out crowd
He can always buy a cheap thrill with his money
This world of silence is getting so damn loud, baby
Ohh, oh he's got his demons
Whoa whoa
Oh he's got his demons
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Our lives are hanging in the balance
Or they're dangling by a thread
A spark of life brought down from an Angel
To raise the stranger from the dead
Once more we're cheating on The Reaper
With all the gypsy, still in our souls
'Cause I know there's a God up in Heaven
Who must love rock and roll
Once again we sail home to Sarasota
As the ocean awash, the gunwale
And she still keeps her head above water
Guess we're all live to tell this tale
And here's to the you for always hangin' in
Without you there's no reason to go
I'd be lying face down in some river
Waiting Angels to take me back home
Once again we sail home to Sarasota
With the ocean awash, the gunwale
She still keeps her head above water
Guess we're all live to tell this tale
Once again we sail home to Sarasota
With the ocean awash, the gunwale
But she still keeps her head above water
Guess we're all live to tell this tale
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I hate to leave you, babe, I just can't waste my time
You've got this jealous husband
I'm too, too young to die, I gotta move on away from 'round here
Just before the bullets fly
Always been a gambler takin' chances all my life
Smashin' those love affairs just like shootin' dice
I staged the game, girl that's what keeps me satisfied
And I can leave it in the nick of time just before the bullets fly
I lost my first bet when I was twenty-one
Found myself in New Orleans on the wrong end of a gun
The stakes keep getting higher but somehow I survive
By knowin' when the need became just before the bullets fly
I'm knowing when the need became
Just before the bullets fly, yeah
I'm knowing when the need became
Just before the bullets fly
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The Dark End Of The Street |
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Well I've been out walking
I don't do that much talking these days
These days, these days I seem to think a lot
About the things I forgot to do, for you
And all the times I had a chance to
Well I've had a lover
I don't think I'll risk another these days
These days, these days I seem to be afraid
Live the life that I've made in song
But it's just that I have been losing, so long
These days I sit on the corner stone
Count the time in quarter tones of ten, my friend
And now I believe I want to see myself again
These days I sit on the corner stone
Count the time in quarter tones till ten, my friend
Please don't confront me with my failure
I'm aware of them
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