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No Static at All
Lay It All On The Line
Dying Young
You Don't Want Me To
No place like home
A Little Respect
No Master Plan No Master Race
Kick 'Em In The Grill
A Little Respect
All Aboard
Dry Your Eyes
Measure Of A Man
I Don't Really Want U
You Don't Want Me To
Kick 'Em In The Grill
Superstar
Calling all the people
My Friend
I'm Not Perfect
I'm Sorry
I Know You Now
Clap Your Hands
The King And I
Drifting
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Land Of Mercy
Chameleon
The Measure Of A Man
Can't Gete Past The Evidence
All The Evidence I Need
A Lot Like You
Hang On
Can't Gete Past The Evidence
All The Evidence I Need
Now I Can Breathe
What's up
The Solid Rock
Herbalz in Your Mouth
Dying Young
Dance
Kick 'Em In The Grill
Get With Me
Ceilings
Party Tonight
Don't Lose Hope
My Friend
A Little Respect
I Know You Now
written by Warren Zevon 1987 Zevon Music Inc. BMI
If you're all alone
And you need someone
Call me up
And I'll come running
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
If it's still the past
That makes you doubt
Darlin', that was then
And this is now
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
And I'll never make you sad again
Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cry
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
You can go and be
What you want to be
And it'll be alright
If we disagree
I'm the one who cares
And I hope you'll see
That I'm the one who loves you
Reconsider me
Let's let bygones
Be forgotten
Reconsider me
Reconsider me
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear I've changed since then
And I'll never make you sorry if you'll try
And I'll never make you sad again
'Cause I swear that I've changed since then
And I promise that I'll never make you cryHeaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in
Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time
To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Flash the red is wots...uh the deal
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.
Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own
So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old
Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again
Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out
Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old
now watchta mistah man
mi noh like di way yu tan
an yu tan soh too lang yu know man
a meditate yu a meditate pan di same sang soh lang ?
well hear mi man :
mi naw preach
mi naw teach
mi jusa show yu
ow mi seit
caw di trute well sweet
jus like a African beat
like wen yu si whey yu comin fram
like wen yu site whichpawt yu reach
soh mi noh care if yu waan vex
ar even gwaan like yu perplex
mi a goh show yu whey mi si mistah man
yu jus sidoung an fole-up like a cabbidge
like seh yu gat not andahstandin gat no nallidge
like seh yu still noh realise seh a jus di addah day
wi chuck-awf di chokin chains of bandidge
dat in spite a di hateridge an disadvantage
dow wi slip-up an stumble pan di way
wi still reach far doun freedom street
still mindful af di minefields pan di way
soh mi a beg yu mistah man
please come out a yu shell
yu cyaan dwell inna di paas
cat laas fi evah yu know mi bredda
now dat di sun a shine brite
please come out a di doldrums a di daak nite
histri Det dyker upp som ett oväntat berg
Det gör mig ingenting
Du spärrar upp dina ögon i färg
Det gör mig ingenting
Jag får en puss när vi har gjort slut
Det gör mig ingenting
Jag missar bussen med en minut
Det gör mig ingenting
Nånting, nånting
Jag känner nånting, nånting, nånting
jag känner nånting
Jag får en knuff av en riktig man
Det gör mig ingenting
Han går förbi mig i kön ibland
Det gör mig ingenting
Jag hinner aldrig ifatt en komet
Det gör mig ingenting
Under tapeten en gammal tapet
Det gör mig ingenting
Nånting, nånting
Jag känner nånting, jag känner nånting
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