people not real You need a gun to walk into New York Now you're broke and you're out on a ledge Who can help you this time Now you're down to your
old things that I do, I do How many times must I clean this face, my face? And how many times must I shine my shoes, oh Lord, Lord? How many times must
Time rise time fall Time leaves you nothing, nothing at all Words, just words don't know Words take you nowhere, nowhere to go, to go Back, I'm going
's something no one else can beat Well, we're back to the good old times And we're lovin' like we've never loved before Baby, we're back to the good old times
got to know Love's the reason we're here No matter which way you go Love's gonna meet you there Killin' time, killin' time Killin' time, killin' time
got to know Love's the reason we're here No matter which way you go Love's gonna meet you there Killing time, killing time Killing time, killing time
paper people not real You need a gun to walk into New York Now you're broke and you're out on a ledge Who can help you this time Now you're down to
many times must I wear the same old things And hear the same old things that I do, I do How many times must I clean this face my face And how many times
Time rise Time fall Time leaves you nothing, nothing at all Words, just words don't know Words take you nowhere, nowhere to go, to go. Back.... I'm
Oversættelse: Stevens, Cat. New York Times.
Oversættelse: Stevens, Cat. Hvor mange gange.
Oversættelse: Stevens, Cat. Killin 'Time.
Oversættelse: Stevens, Cat. Tid.
