I'm playing my cards on the table no secrets, no sense of direction It's tough, baby, it's no party, I said something I lost a connection And it's all
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Fatman, fatman, fatman, fatman On Second Avenue, night life is second nature Black jazz in numbers land Affairs are all night long The girl's best friend
Dusty wind blew 'cross the high plains As the stranger rode into town With a certain reputation For the ladies and the gun Walked to the barstool casual
Everyone is trying to get to the bar. The name of the bar, the bar is called Heaven. The band in Heaven plays my favorite song. They play it once again
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean Stranded like a runaway, lost at sea City on a rainy day, down in the harbor Watching as the gray clouds shadow
as the days grow darker She can't remember getting any older There's no love inside the icehouse There's no love inside the icehouse The icehouse
I, I wish you could swim like the dolphins Like dolphins can swim Though nothing will keep us together We can beat them forever and ever Oh, we can be
When everything goes wrong, sometimes It makes no sense, there once was a time I should have known better then although You may try, it won't come your
There's a mist over Broadway Breathing cool sheets of rain Lights his last cigarette And turns his back to the wind She says, baby, I don't know Just
Secrets of lovers whisper tonight Broken down angel Got lost in the cold daylight City is screaming, I look for your eyes Someone to lean on through
The Paris hearts all line the boulevarde she shows her hand and says, "please take a card" bouquets and lace a femme fatale face she breaks the hearts
Give you my heart and soul I give you everything Put it all in your hands Now, is it such a sin? Uh huh, 'round again Taking that back step one more
Hey! She raves and she's talking, she's a dirty girl and she's disgusted Some people are not so lucky...Oo oo...Lucky me... A red light on Notre Dame
There's a noise upstairs in the attic It's the shuffle of worn out shoes And the scent of the oil and brushes Drifts down like a pale perfume And he
Watching them come and go The templars and the saracens They're traveling the holy land Opening telegrams Torture comes and torture goes Knights who'd
The rest you need for just one kiss How could you know? You'd pay the price You try in love, just once or twice, no last regrets, no sacrifice Hey,
She tells me that she has to go, she says that it's all over now She knows how to break me, she knows that it's easy But when the rain is coming in,