1. |
Zlatina Ballerina
05:10
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Zlatina Ballerina
Taking up all of my time
Zlatina Ballerina
Keep all her dreams with mine
I love you forever
At least a coupla weeks
Zlatina Ballerina
Poison was never so sweet
They're lying to ya
They'll break your heart
They're tying to ya
The falsest start
And it's over and over again
Over and over
And it's over and over again
Over and over
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2. |
Song To Myself
02:56
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Don't wanna be that, I don't wanna be swayed
Never worked for the payments made
Disappeared through a crack in the world
Bullies gang up on the girl
Never wanted to be anywhere
Like I wanted to be there
Day just got away from me
Wait 'til you're big enough to see
This girl won't wait forever for you
This girl won't wait forever for you
Buckle your belt, boy - shine your shoes
This girl won't wait forever for you
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3. |
Sorry Somehow
03:16
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Know I'm not gonna make it
But I'm sorry somehow
Had enough, I can't take it
And I'm sorry somehow
If I could, then I would
Still I'm sorry somehow
Sick as only I should be
I'm sorry somehow
And it's like it's
Rivers running round again...
And it's like it's
Rivers running round again
And it's like it's
Never coming back again...
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4. |
Shame
04:26
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Always put them in their place
When they're looking through ya
Won't you look at my face
When I'm talking to ya?
Like the leaves on a tree
Waiting to be blown away
Karma come back to me
Always get in your own way
All the rushing round was always such a waste
Only pushing their bad taste
(Sh-sh-shame)
Like the beach, like the waves upon the sand
(Sh-sh-shame)
Out of reach, out of it, out of hand
(Sh-sh-shame)
Now it's time, this is it, this is today
(Sh-sh-shame)
More than fine, more than anyone can say
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5. |
The River's Name
02:08
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Calling out the river's name
Once it called you back
Drunk, walking on thin ice
Who'll be the first to crack?
And all the sailors of the highway tonight
They're never bringing anybody back
That's right
No, they're never bringing anybody back
That's right
Type up all my book
On their already-dead skin
People all will look
Who never let me in
Tell me how you love me, when I know you don't
And I hate to say I told you so
And so I won't
Yes, I hate to say I told you so
And so I won't
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Tim Chaplin UK
Purveyor of sad English pop songs.
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