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"#3" by The Script, which consists of 11 songs.
This time he's gonna wear an iron suit
This time she's gonna fix her heart and make it bullet proof
He says he's gonna take a bite from the forbidden fruit
She says never never bite more than you can chew
But this time he's not gonna be another could've been
This time she's gonna get real, love the skin she's in
She says a winner never quits, quitters never win
She said this time that she is built to face anything
This time he's gonna step for who he is
This time she's gonna live to work, she's not working to live
Give The Love Around
To your brother, to your sister, to your misses, to your mister.
To your friends, to your foes, give the love around and back around it
It all comes from the top and it spreads right round
Treat a man wrong he's gonna pass it on down
To the next in line, who's probably his wife bringing up his kids
Now watching mamma cry
And they pick it up, cause they learn everything
Life has a funny way of going in a ring,
End up growing up in trouble with the law
You knocked me sideways
When you said that you were leaving.
You knocked me over
When you cried and told the truth.
And you left me speechless
The secrets you've been keeping
You're running now, but someone's chasing you
And you bought a ticket
But you don't know where you're going
And you won't tell me
Good Of Days
Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.
Wooh hooh. Wooh hooh.
Up in the bar all smoking cigars
While we were drinking Irish whiskey straight from the jar.
Talkin' 'bout them better days are not that far
Whoever's coming back to mine you better bring the guitar.
You play a sad song, yea sing it from the heart
Tell a sad story, yea tell it from the start.
Pass me on the pain that you made into art
Neither one of us is getting out of here alive
Both of us are stranded and we won't make it back inside
The whole world is blowing away
We just watch it pass us by
Ya, it swept up both our
Feet when we meet in the northern sky
Like thunder and lightning go in the one
Together we make a perfect storm
You're like the wind I'm like the rain
If You Could See Me Now
Oh if you could see me now
(Oh if you could see me now)
It was February fourteen, Valentine's Day
The roses came, but they took you away
Tattooed on my arm is a charm to disarm all the harm
Gotta keep myself calm but the truth is you're gone
And I'll never get to show you these songs
Dad, you should see the tours that I'm on,
I see you standing there next to Mom
Give me highs, give me lows,
Give me thorns with my rose
I want everything
When you laugh, when you cry,
If you're sober or high,
I want everything
Give me love or hate,
You can bend me 'til I break
Give me fire, give me rain,
I want joy with my pain
The kicker outside is saying it's time to close
We're leaning on each other trying to beat the cold
I carry your shoes and I give you my coat.
We're walking these streets like they're paved with gold
Make any more excuses not to go
Neither one of us want to take that taxi home.
Singing our hearts out
Standing on chairs
Spending our time
I'm gonna leave this place
I've made a snap decision
I'm gonna find another earth and start my own religion
There, I'm shooting through space
Where there ain't no division
I'm gonna see some change
That you wont see on television
No no ooh
Now it's started,
Over day we parted
I could talk all day long about the news, givin' you the current affairs or my views.
I could talk all night long about a song, givin' you the pointers on where you're goin' wrong.
I could talk all year long about the net, sendin' you the links I think you haven't seen yet.
I'd like to tell you things that I think you've never heard but there are no words.
I could talk all day long about dreams, sewing up your heart so you never see a seam.
I could talk all day about politics, all of the corruption, clean hands, dirty tricks.
Six Degrees Of Separation
You've read the books,
You've watched the shows,
What's the best way no one knows, yeah,
Meditate, get hypnotized.
Anything to take from your mind.
But it won't go
You're doing all these things out of desperation,
You're going through six degrees of separation.
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