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11.04.2011 |
1. | The English Riviera |
2. | We Broke Free |
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6. | Trouble |
7. | The Bay |
8. | Loving Arm |
9. | Corinne |
10. | Some Written |
11. | Love Underlined |
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When I take you back, I thought you'd only up and run
But you are still here, I know
And when I take you back, I thought you'd only up and run
But you are still here, you are still here
And now everything goes my way
And now everything goes my way, it feels so good to have you back my love
I'm in love again...
Love, I'm in love again...
Why give it all on you, you shot a hole in my heart straight through
When you pushed me aside, three weeks I cried
But now you got me back, You know I'll never up and run
Yeah I stay in here, I stay right here
And now everything goes my way
And now everything goes my way, it feels so good to have you back my love
I'm in love again...
Love, I'm in love again...
Love, I'm in love again...
Love, I'm in love again...
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You're up and you'll get down
You never running from this town
Kinda think you said
You'll never get anything better than this
'Cause you're going round in a circle
And everyone knows you're a trouble
Cause you read it in a big book
And now giving me the look look
But just remember how we shook shook
And all the things we took took
This time's the oldest friend of mine
Get up and we get down
We're always running round this town
And to think they said
We'd never make anything better than this
'Cause we're always in small circles
And everyone thinks we're trouble
We didn't read it in the big book
And now we're giving you the look look
Just remember how we shook shook
And all the things we took took
This time's the oldest friend of mine
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(Intro) It's a hot and sticky night in the Bay Area, you're listening to Riviera FM and this is Metronomy: She Wants..
She sleeps her soul
So soft and trim
Arranging papers
Around the bed
And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
(Chorus)
I call her shots
'Til you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It’s getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
Then twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you're lying
Your make up on them
Oh, Girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
(Chorus)
I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It’s getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It’s getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours come (x 17)
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