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Joe Satriani - Strange Beautiful Music |
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Cinderella - 1999 Live At The Key Club |
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Fort Minor - The Rising Tied |
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Supertramp - Classics Vol 9 |
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Diana Krall - The Look Of Love |
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Saliva - Back Into Your System |
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Robbie Williams - The Road To Mandalay |
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Save me from drowning in the sea Beat me up on the beach What a lovely holiday There's nothing funny left to say
This sombre song would drain the sun But it won't shine until it's sung No water running in the stream The saddest place we've ever seen
Everything I touched was golden Everything I loved got broken On the road to Mandalay Every mistake I've ever made Has been rehashed and then replayed As I got lost along the way
There's nothing left for you to give The truth is all that you're left with Twenty paces then at dawn We will die and be reborn
I like to sleep beneath the trees Have the universe at one with me Look down the barrel of a gun And feel the Moon replace the Sun
Everything we've ever stolen Has been lost returned or broken No more dragons left to slay Every mistake I've ever made Has been rehashed and then replayed As I got lost along the way
Save me from drowning in the sea Beat me up on the beach What a lovely holiday There's nothing funny left to say
I Will Talk, Hollywood Will Listen (Robbie Williams and Guy Chambers)
I wouldn't be so alone The they knew my name in every home Kevin Spacey would call on the phone But I'd be too busy Come back to the old ville and dine Cameron Diaz give me a sign I'd make you smile all the time Your conversation would compliment mine
I will talk and Hollywood will listen See them bow and my every word Mr Spielberg look just what you're missing Doesn't that seem a little obsurd Bow at my every word
Buy up the rights to my book Live on a ranch from what the box office took I'll go and visit the set They'll call me their saviour All the peoples will scorn celebrity Lives on the moon But, I'll be back home in June To promote the sequel
I will talk and Hollywood will listen See them bow and my every word<.br>Mr. Spielberg look just what you're missing Doesn't that seem a little obsurd Bow at my every word |
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