19.11.2005., subota
Please call me baby
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Mali intermezzo dok nova priča o Filipu ne bude gotova. Stari dobri Tom Waits. Eh, da znam pisati pjesme kao on... The evening fell just like a star Left a trail behind You spit as you slammed out the door If this is love we're crazy As we fight like cats and dogs But I just know there's got to be more So please call me, baby Wherever you are It's too cold to be out walking in the streets We do crazy things when we're wounded Everyone's a bit insane I don't want you catching your death of cold Out walking in the rain I admit that I ain't no angel I admit that I ain't no saint I'm selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind If I exorcise my devils Well my angels may leave too When they leave they're so hard to find We're always at each other's throats It drives me up the wall Most of the time I'm just blowing off steam And I wish to God you'd leave me And I wish to God you'd stay Life's so different than it is in your dreams |
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